From Explore Magazine
Ah yes, there lies a gift to the trail. A soft, warm offering encased in emerald, purple or indigo.
A Hershey’s kiss dropped artistically on a path winding into the wilderness, to be shared by hikers and their furry friends.
An ornament of imprudence, swinging gently on the limb of an unsuspecting tree.
A capricious souvenir tucked into the armpit of a branch, stuffed into a chipmunk hole or tossed into a hollow log.
The legacy of a well-fed canine who looked on in bewilderment, amusement perhaps, as their human stooped to scoop, parcel and then proceeded to endow the trail. Interesting ritual, the dog muses. But who am I, licker of bottoms, to judge?
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