"I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it."
That's how I feel about my Annadel Park Bill.
It was barely above freezing when I began my hike hoping for some frost fotos but the moisture content in the air was not there to produce any. First item of interest was this woodpecker hole.
Looks cozy inside.
Climbing up the slope I came across this California Bay Laurel that split in half during the high winds a couple of weeks ago.
So this is what the inside of a tree looks like.
I bet this would have been a sight to witness happening.
I came across an "unofficial" trail I've been on before and stopped for a rest break.
After a few hours of tromping around in the forest I took another "unofficial" trail back down off the mountain. This is more like a watercourse than a trail.
Close to the end I come across this. Someone else had been here not long ago. It was one of those moments standing there staring at it out of disbelief.
I did some research on this knife. Made by the Western Knife Co. of Boulder Colorado. With having the bakelite pommel dates it at being made during the WW2 years. Whoever lost it must be sick about it. I surely would be. I'll keep my eyes open for any notes stuck at nearby trail heads by someone having lost a knife. I'd gladly return it to them.
The title to this post comes from a gentleman who was like a father to me. He taught me a lot and that was one of his sayings for he would always find money and things on the ground. He passed away around this time last year. Maybe Tippy guided me to this find. "Thanks Dad".