The road less taken

Walking dogs a few days ago, we crossed a wide sand road very recently groomed – the entire thing was parallel furrows. Nothing else.

I took a picture. I lost the picture. Don’t ask me how.

sand road with horse hoof prints

Anyway, same place, same time, next day.

Lots of horses had used it, apparently. I don’t recall ever seeing more than two horses at a time out there, maybe three. And I make no claims of expertise. But that looks like the tracks of much more than two or even three horses. Where did they come from? Where did they go? Who groomed the road?

Mysteries, mysteries….

map with red circle

Thanksgiving treat

“Thanksgiving” potluck late lunch at Jerry’s hotel including Uruguayans, Canadians, and South Africans as well as Americans. Quite a feat to organize (I didn’t) and fun to get together with some people we haven’t seen in a while.

And then this visual treat on the sand-covered patio:

Lines in the sand

The few hundred acres of scrub bushes and pine trees we where we walk dogs has little in the way of stunning beauty, and sometimes glaring examples of human ugliness, but it does not have thousands of people like the beach.

And it almost always has fascinating little discoveries, like these lines in the sand.

grass, sand

They must have been caused by wind and the grass, but how exactly they managed to make those outward curves was not at all clear.