wildwood

Sunday we finally checked out Wildwood Recreation Site. I’m guessing it’s quite busy over the summer, but Sunday we didn’t see another (human) soul, not even another car there. Each little picnic site we passed was enveloped by trees and scattered with leaves, and I began dreaming of bundling up, packing some wood, hot thermoses, and a basket of food to have a winter picnic in the wildwood. I so want that to happen! The autumnal color couldn’t have been at a more perfect stage. Moisture dripped from every leaf and tuft of moss, and that magical misty pnw fog hung in the treetops.