Well, one Friday night, way back when, I went shooting with one of my friends and he decided the best place to go was Taylor Mountain. He knew some people with land up there . . . So we went, during the daylight hours, of course, and had a grad time shooting pistols and pictures. I couldn't figure out how to get my target up here, so you just have the pictures, but here they are! Not as Witch Mountain-esq as I would have hoped, but beautiful.
A broken down fence next to a rambling brook.
A lovely little water fall on that same brook. There were a few of these. It was a great brook.
A hill with a rock on it. That rock has a tree growing out of it. Isn't it amazing how trees can grow almost anywhere.