|Scuppernong's version of the Charlie Brown Christmas tree.|
Though I usually focus my writing on the sights of my hike, the sounds of the forest were especially diverse today.
The rustling of the cornucopia of colored leaves blanketing covering the trail.
The blast of gunshots in the distance, making me wonder if it was time to turn back.
The clear commands of dog owners, barking out directions as their canines strolled alongside.
The chorus of calls from various birds among the trees.
The casual conversation of two gentlemen, dressed in full camo with bow and arrows leaning up against a nearby tree.
The whispering of twigs, acorns, and leaves wrestling on the forest floor after descending from their lofty perch.
And the familiar sound of what I thought was a rain shower disguised as tree debris barreling down to earth with every gust of wind, turning my peaceful hike into a game of dodge the debris.