My husband has access to a secret lake not too far away. Today was a beautiful day so after I got home from teaching my yoga class, he asked me if I wanted to go shooting. I always laugh as he knows I don’t really care for guns. I said, “No thanks” and he replied with, “I meant you and your camera.” I grabbed my camera and he loaded several guns (for himself to shoot) and off we went. The gate at the property is locked with a giant padlock. My husband and others use this land to hunt, fish and shoot guns. There’s a good sized lake out there as well. It was built in the 50’s. None of this can be seen from the road. One has to have a four wheel drive to even think about entering. It’s awful. Awful like your head bounces up to hit the headliner in the truck. More than once. Big ruts, crevices and steep hills with the added crossing of a creek all before you hit the lake. Then you arrive.
I don’t know who built this chair, but I love it. It’s sturdy and stuck into the ground.
While he was shooting his assortment of ammunition that he’d reloaded himself, I took a huge hike. Some people have built little shacks with smokers and what not for hunting in the cold weather. Some people have just brought in sheds (I would’ve liked to have seen how that happened on this type of terrain) and some people went all out and have sweet little house like cabins with docks and the whole bit.
I think there’s like 180 acres out there, it’s quite a large space.
My husband said this is called Goldenrod and supposedly it means there will be frost six weeks from when it blooms. To that, I say duh. It will be October. Might be a chance of frost ya think? Old timers are interesting.
I spent lots of time looking for different kinds of insects, flowers and wildlife. Got some great shots of funky spiders and webs. I saw lots of flowers, but not much in the way of wildlife. I wonder if the noise from the shooting of guns had anything to do with that? I think so.
All in all, a perfect end to August.