Just A Little Color Left........




Funny how some of these state parks that are filled with people fishing, hiking and picnicking in other seasons are nowhere to be seen once the leaves fall and the temperature drops. A few diehards are out fishing, but other than that, only the sound of the wind blowing the fallen leaves and whipping through the trees can be heard.

Cold, but peaceful.

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