High Lonesome Trail, Day Four (Aug 8)

Wes and I scratched our heads in puzzlement.  Nothing made sense.  We had to call a mulligan on the GPS and get our exact point, but it still didn’t make the maps mesh with what we saw around us.  We pointed this way and that, wandered over one edge of the ridge and...
The Hounds of Hogansville

The Hounds of Hogansville

I am an animal lover.  As a kid, I was the one seen around town pushing, pulling, cajoling, and bribing stray cats and dogs, arriving home, disheveled, eyes bright with young innocence. “It followed me. Can I keep it?” I had cats, dogs, rabbits, gerbils, hamsters, a...