I was out walking with Toby and decided to try a new route and follow a trail I hadn’t walked before. It turned out to be a little adventure, crossing a swamp and then found our way through and up a great clearcut. I could see on the ground that it had been fields and pastures probably 100 years from now. Three hills and three valleys we crossed, listening to a family of ravens calling to each other. All human sounds were absent which created a sense of being in the wilderness far from all civilisation, a soothing feeling. The ravens were in their right element and their hoarse calling appealed to me in their somberness. Toby found of course the new place very interesting and was full of excitement. With time we found our way home through forest roads lined with piles of timber.
Wonderer of Nature 