We cross an overgrown
pasture.
The Bronson family bought this land in 1943 to raise cattle and grow oranges.
Yellow, spiky flowers catch
my eye.
Our shadows glide along
the wide, grassy trail.
These white flowers remind
me of Queen Anne's Lace.
Morning mist accents the
Spider Webs that cling
to plants.
This section of trails
is equestrian friendly.
Eric hunted for many years when we lived in Upstate New York. He's always scanning the surroundings, looking for signs of animals.
He pointed out this well
used Deer Run.
He spotted these Giant Egrets
across deep in a stand of trees.
One of the many Orange
Trees from the old
orchard.
He tries one....
It's sweet & juicy.
Smokehouse Lake
Here are trees with
smaller fruit.
smaller fruit.
This Tangelo is yummy!
The trail brings us back
to Hammond Lake.
An Alligator suns itself.
Spanish Moss grows from
a Tangelo Tree.
A warning not to dig in
this area.
There's a telecommunications
cable buried here.
We have returned to civilization.
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