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A Golden Lakeside Hike


The sun was weak, recuperating after days of rain, although its rays were golden, coating everything it touched in a caramel glow as we wove our way through farmland until we reached an empty parking lot with enough spaces for all of us enthusiasts on this amazing and rare weather day.....

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Unknown said…
Wow! I loved all the photos! Beautiful!
RURAL said…
Thanks so much Stephanie, so glad to hear that you liked them! It was a stunner of an afternoon hike that's for sure.


Jen@Rural

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