Autumn Equinox with Dogs

This was the forecast, but Tuesday turned out to be a gorgeous day. We took the dogs to Church Hill, a fertile valley around pretty little Lake Gartan.










Artemis found a little patch of chanterelles.







I found some slippery gross ones. Last year I found amanita muscaria here around this time in the dozens, but not last Tuesday.






Puff balls as big as your fist.



The beeches are just starting to turn.




Erica, majestic as fuck.

After the walk, we visited St. Columcille's holy well, oratory, and birthplace.



Make a wish.




View of Gartan, east from the well.



That's our sturdy little car framed there. Sometimes I like to take pictures of it because it is so familiar and loyal and has brought us to so many sacred places.



St. Columcille's birthplace. The cross memorializes the life of Ireland's most notorious landlord, Black Jack Adair. I'll tell that story another time.