Off the trail

 The Wise Woman was ever so tactful, but she wanted to know whether I had lost the trail.

The leaves have fallen so quickly it’s sometimes hard to know. The leaves are ankle deep on the forest floor. I know there’s a trail of packed earth somewhere out there, but the thick blanket covers everything.

While we were searching, we saw a buck, maybe 10 points, who seemed to be searching too. As we watched, a doe appeared — almost as if by magician’s trick — and the two went on their way.

We found the trail and went on ours.