Nestled in the valley, a village.
While I would not call it humorous or even ironic, it did tickle us when we looked back and realized we’d parked our car in the same place for two hikes, walked in opposite directions away from the park, but arrived at the same endpoint on the mountain peak, at the swing. Until we reached the peak, we did not tread on common ground. Effectively, we undertook two completely different hikes while commencing at the same position and reaching the identical concluding point. We admit that’s hardly an amazing discovery or undertaking, but what it did provide is two hiking opportunities from one.
The lake comes into focus, Sao Bento Church to the right of the smoke. (What occurs when smoking is banned indoors.)
Autumn coloring stimulates as well as calms, a nice balance, a good mix.
Jen arriving at the peak.
A peek from the peak edge overlooking Canicada.
The best of times, the ideal season.
Guess who, at the top?
Looking across at a sister trail and mountain.
A different position, another angle, always attractive.
We did notice a couple of lazy hikers driving up to the top.
Look hard enough and one will find water, otherwise there's usually rain.
A short but well appreciated grass path through the 'gardens'.
Cheers,
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