The valley is being over-run. Christmas trees march in serried ranks down the slope. In places they display their warning signs with flourishes of bright green new growth frilling out. A part of destruction goes behind them. And in front, decorous rows of hay stripe the landscape. Thousands of grasses giving their lives in mass suicide to the subliminal strains of "Jingle Bells". The horned cattle didn't appear concerned. Should I take a closer look to get a good photo? Discussion ensues about whether they are bulls or cows and just how risky it would be to get a closer picture. Maybe I'll do that another day when I'm wearing a red shirt: red to run faster of course :) I return to reality after that little day-dream, arriving at Silver Falls. We walk the short
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