On one of the first outings since the colorful autumn season, Max and I visited French Creek State Park.
It was a mild fall day, but extremely muddy, a recurring theme this year due to frequent rain.
The two mile lap around the lake takes about an hour when you stop often to take pictures or to decipher the low lying smells.
I believe that the beaver family remained in their same lodge for nowhere was a new one built. Fresh gnawing's and newly downed trees were apparent all along the shore line.
A few people were around, but the park had a lonely feeling as winterizing was nearly complete.