It's a Sublime Sunday and, well, that's What I Got. Sure beats a Sunday morning coming down. Been a bit busy as of late, which has kept me out of the woods for far longer than is safe but was finally able to remedy that today.
Louisville has one of the largest urban forests in the US in Jefferson Memorial Forest, made my way there to hike to Mitchell Hill Lake. Was going to get an early start and try to catch a bit of fog or golden hour light but Mother Nature had other ideas. Waiting out the rain was worth it though, practically had the place to myself.
Not entirely to myself, the ghost of the ropes course was there as well. Needed some time to ponder, do that best on my feet anyways, so 5 km of going up and down ridges was just what the doctor ordered.
Although the rain was no longer falling from the sky, it was still dripping from the trees. The pitter patter of that and the intermittent bitching of a blue jay were the only sounds breaking the morning's silence.
There was a stillness, a calmness that's hard to find in the city. Mitchell Hill Lake really reflected that.
Although photos weren't my primary motivation for being there, couldn't help but bring the Nikon and snap a few.
There's just something about being at a place like this that seems to turn the volume down a bit. Having the place to yourself makes it doubly so.
Probably could have sat there all day like a frog on a log but the sun was starting to burn though the post-rain coolness and the noisy ne'er-do-wells had escaped from church.
The sun peeking through the clouds made for some fun light, even under the canopy. Was only able to tear myself away after promises of a return at the golden hour.
So where do you go to hike and reflect?
