Hepaticas, the first flower of spring, and a tiny Downy Rattlesnake Plantain peeking out from under a rock. And then I almost walked into a huge slab of concrete, bang smack in the center of the path. Large rusted iron rods stuck out from the corners and there was a very heavy, (yes, I had to pick it up), chunk of curved iron placed on top. This was once the site of a copper mine but I couldn't see the relevance of this monstrous concrete chunk so walked on.
And then I was back at the water again, this time walking over a small bridge to the other bank, and then following it up the gorge, passing many small falls, slides and pools on the way.
I got back to Stanley and decided to head home. The fog was rolling in thicker so I wasn't keen on hiking an elevated outcrops, which I had been planning on doing. There were few cars at the outlooks also and I passed barely anyone as I drove out of the park. Of course halfway down the mountain I emerged from the cloudy blanket into bright sunshine, it's a very odd to experience two such different weather systems so close to each other but I loved it.
I stopped briefly at one of my favorite farms, Waterpenny, to grab some greens for a soup. I'd heard from a local that their kale was the best so I wasn't going to miss out on that tasty treat. They operate on an honor system so there was no one about when I pulled up. The large fridge was loaded with containers holding different varieties of kale, spinach, and pea leaves so I filled up 2lbs of mixed dark green leaves plus a spaghetti squash, paid my dues and continued homeward. I made that soup as soon as I got home, throwing in an onion and a potato plus a handful of shredded turkey. To dunk in it, I had locally made organic sour dough bread. Now that was a splendid way to wrap up the weekend.