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| I went for a walk in the woods that surrounds the Bonita Park Campground. It was a path I had been on five years earlier. |
I was surprised at how dried up the Bonita River was. Usually it is flowing with icy water from the snow melt up on the mountains. |
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I stopped here and walked out into the river, remembering the time that I had watched trout swim in this very spot years before. |
Back up on the trail, I walked through knee high grass that grows along the river bank. |
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As I continue my walk, I can see the clearing ahead and I know that my path will no longer follow the river. |
A large field of wild thistle obliterate the path and I am careful as I walk among them not to get scratched up. | ||
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Looking back from where I had just come. |
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Mountain Trail Rides at Bonita Stables |
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Following the leader. |
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Rounding a stretch of winding trail after a steep decent. My knees were relieved to be on flat ground again. |
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