As I approached a proverbial fork in the road… wait a minute, no, it’s an actual fork. In the trail. The one with the big rock in the middle that all the dogs pee on. Anyway, the fork to the right leads home and probably to some couch time wondering what I missed had I gone to the left. The fork to the left leads back down the hill toward the south observation deck and potentially some amazing photos. On days that I come to this fork and I’m on the fence about staying or going, I always choose stay because you never know when the most elegant turf war will be taking place between a pair of Great Egrets! Don’t you just love how chocolatey the bog looked on this particular evening?