|The Brush Creek Trail begins in woods and skirts the prairie|
I walked, sometimes at a fairly steep angle. I stopped and looked. In about three hours, I might have seen 12 people (everyone else was watching those bowl games). For a good hour-and-a-half, I saw no one.
Mostly, I listened. To the profound silence.
|I veered off the Brush Creek Trail to the Wildflower Trail|
|Eventually I reached the gravel bar at the Meramec River. This would be the last of the sunshine.|
|Four people are needed to span the circumference of this tree.|
|This doesn't look like a trail, but it is. About 300 feet, mostly in the direction of up.|
|The view from the top of the Overlook Trail.|
|Looking down over the edge of the bluff.|
|I took the path less traveled - although in this case, it made no difference; the two paths converged about 600 feet later.|
|The way back.|