Near the house where I grew up is a woods. I consider these my woods, although I haven’t been there in years. Behind the houses and across the street is an area of steep rocky ground that has no road access so it is has been left wild. It is about 5 acres of trees and cliffs and paths made by the deer. This was my playground growing up. I don’t know if the kids still play “army” back there or build clubhouses in the trees, but I remember the place well.
My brother’s cats still like to wander back there, and Larry followed one the other day. The picture below is “October” and he is checking out some territory North and a little East of the house I grew up in. Larry takes a nice picture.