Grammie has learned not to hand to a grandchild any wild berries found growing along the trail. Even if I know what they are. However, I can take as many pictures as I please - nothing potentially poisonous there! Here are bright red rose hips, and something else that is a lovely fall orange. Finally, there is Laurel's future hometown of Monroe as seen from Monroe Mountain on the Piute Trail.
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There's nothing so wrong with picking "berries", so long as you don't give them a "magical" name. We like to call them "Wicked Poison Berries of a Thousand Deaths". Just kidding.
I'm guessing there's a story behind that one...
Oh, I miss the fall leaves. But I'll take the mild winter and oogle over your pictures.
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