One of the things I wanted to do this year is to do some things we have never done. So today we went to a park that does allow pets. Rickwood Caverns is pretty much closed for the winter, but the hiking trails were open.
When Jilda, Ol Buddy and I arrived around 10 a.m. the place was deserted except for a park ranger in the information booth. When I walked through the door, I think I may have startled him. I doubt they have many visitors with the temps in the mid 30's with a stiff breeze out of the north. But we wanted to hike and he helpfully pointed out the trails and cautioned us about the slippery rocks.
Ol' Buddy led the way trying to find the skunks mentioned on the park guide. Jilda told Buddy that if he got too close to a skunk, he'd be staying with the park ranger until he could arrange alternate transportation back to the house.
It was a good hike and once we recovered from the shock of the cold breeze. The path was well marked and pristine. The landscape was dotted with million year old limestone rocks as big as Buick's.
Many of the rocks had what appeared to be perfect round holes about the size of Mason jar lids.
I can't imagine how they got there. I thought at first they were man made, but they were scattered all over the park. We decided that it was one of those unknowable things that Mother Nature throws at us.
The walk was invigorating and Ol' Buddy had a large time. I am glad he didn't find the skunk.
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