Day 173: I love this old guy! He sits about a mile up the Westside Road, and has revealed many facets of his character in the numerous times I've walked past him. Yesterday was no exception. As I was headed north, he seemed to be in a rather grouchy mood, scowling and dour, but on the return southbound, I found him happy and smiling. "Tragedy and Comedy," I thought, "carved in stone." Or could that be a cat face? In the past, when the ferns of his toupee were more lush, I've seen him as a Raven, a guide for those who walk the path, but try as I might, I could not find the Raven in his profile yesterday, so strongly had this new personality emerged. You never know who you may run into in the woods.
