Once again, a refreshing and companionable day. Despite the squally drizzle, the paths were easy underfoot, layered with strings of bark and years of leaf fall. Evidence of small scale mining - the piles of debris, and gouges in the land, the tunnels, and photos of bygone days on the information panels - had me thinking how desperate people must have been, to tackle these steep slopes and fell the timber, all to scrounge in the dirt for something of value.
For us, the value was all around us. A beautiful piece of forest, only just beginning to age enough to seem eternal.
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