Let's go dancin' on the bridge!

It amazes us to no end how many people will drive past signs of historic significance and never stop to read them.  There's some real interesting info on most of these signs.  This particular sign graces the entrance of the Arroyo Bridge that crosses the Clarion River several miles below Ridgway.  We find ourselves standing on this bridge quite often for many different reasons.  The last time we stood on this bridge we were taking pictures of a pair of Merganser Ducks but at the same time couldn't help but notice how the sun was illuminating the upriver side of the bridge.  It was so beautiful the camera just couldn't begin to capture it.  But Whoda' Thunk they would hold dances up on the deck of the old bridge!  Simply amazing!

Wild Flowers of the Woodlands

After a long hard winter it's so refreshing to see the colors of spring popping up in the woodlands.  This day we observed several different variety's of wildflowers but these beauties really caught our eye.  When we spotted these Trillium's our first thought was that there were several White Trillium's and one just happened to be red or maroon.  While the red or maroon look real pretty and one would feel the urge to pick a couple and put them in a bud vase, you may want to reconsider that decision.  The red or maroon are real cool looking but they are actually called Stinking Benjamin.  They have a very foul odor that resembles rotting meat.  So unless you want a bouquet of rotting pork chops gracing your dining room table I'd shy away from the Stinking Benjamin.  For that matter you may want to shy away from the White Trillium's also because in some states it's illegal to pick these flowers.  Apparently if you pick a trillium it can take years for that plant to flower again. 

Whoda' Thunk that this attractive looking wildflower would smell like rotting meat!



Who like Blueberries? We do, we do!

We were out hiking yesterday and stumbled onto this spot in the woods.  Actually it appeared that there was a nice trail leading to it, unfortunately we didn't take the trail and instead bushwacked through a maze of thornapple brush and eye poking dead hemlocks.  I suppose it would be easy if we told you exactly where this was but then you wouldn't experience the fun of finding it and more importantly, there would be less berries for us.  Hey, we'll be there in July with bowl in hand.  Hopefully, we won't see you there!  Whoda' thunk we would be so selfish with blueberries?