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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), and several Kindle ebooks.

Wednesday, August 02, 2017

Golf Cart Trail Ride

Twenty-five years ago, I used to ride wooded trails on my horse, but those days are gone. I no longer have a horse, and health probems prevent me from walking, much less horseback riding. But this afternoon, I went on a trail ride—via golf-cart.

The part of the old Sutherland Plantation we bought in 2016 has a few trails that my husband has kept clear. Here's the start of one:


It leads downhill to the creek . . . 


. . . and it's below the last house built on the property.


Today was in the 80s, but the woods were surprisingly cool.


We passed ferns and downed trees.



Some of the trees were pretty good-sized.


We also passed where previous owners had dumped appliances, etc.


At the bottom, we came to the creek, which eventually flows into Bull Run, a cove on Smith Mountain Lake. 


Soon the hayfield came into view.


This tree was between the trail and creek. It almost looks like a paw-paw, but the leaves are much bigger.


Finally we came to the bridge, which leads to the fields and an old house. Given the conditin of the bridge, we didn't drive across.


From the bridge, we could see the old William Milton Sutherland house. Will served in the Confederate army. In the 1900 census, he was the closest neighbor to my 3rd great-grandfather, John Wood Smith.


The field in front of the house, which is a clapboarded-over double-pen log cabin, looks bluish. That's because the hay-fields were limed today. 


Near the bridge, two trees intertwined and looked like a sculpture.


The trail starting back up:


Just past this stand of trees is a busy road:


The trail ride was much too short, but it was nice while it lasted.
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