NOVEMBER 7, 2009





We were already a full week into November and have had as much as a foot of snow by the 11th, but here on the 7th

it was sunny and 74 degrees. Carl and I drove over to Laura's and with her and Jeff and Melanie and Emily met their

friends Victor and Mary for lunch in Latrobe and then back to Twin Lakes Park just east of Greensburg. Jeff, Victor

and Mary had been there before, but it was the first time for the rest of us. It's a more, um, 'civilized' area than the lakes

Carl and I had been exploring this fall and, given the niceness of the day, people were out walking around, but it still

wasn't overly crowded.



Behind the tree is the dam and beyond the dam the ground slopes away down to the lake that is the twin of this one.



I wasn't sure just how many photographic opportunities there would be since the leaves were pretty well down, but I

walked down toward the dam a ways by myself, looking at how the grass came right to the edge of the lake, and was

soon joined by Melanie and Emily.




Behind us was a great evergreen grove, its trees tall and very straight.



Looking back, I could see Carl, Laura, and the others in a distant sunlit patch of grass.




Melanie stayed right with me and I was telling her about oak trees and that most of what one would

find this time of year that still had leaves was probably oak, like this young one among the evergreens.




At the end of the dam, you could look down the sloping spillway to the lake below.



Jeff and the others had come up and said they intended to 'do a lap' around the upper lake. I looked at it, trying to

decide if I could possibly make it that far. I had, thankfully, brought my cane along and had I not had that, am not

sure I would have attempted the circumambulation of such a large body of water. But the day was lovely and what

was I to do, anyway, while they lapped the lake should I not lap it myself?




I took a series of pictures as I started across the dam, actually rather wishing I could go down to the

edge of the lower lake, too, as it looked appealing, but with a lap facing me, and the other lake being

down hill, which would present me with getting up the hill again, let that thought go and just took a

few pictures.







Once across the dam, we headed down the far side of the lake.



The path is like this all the way around the lake, so there wasn't any roughness of ground, which made the

going for me easier. That's Jeff, Victor, Mary, and Laura up ahead. I think Emily's behind Laura. They stayed

ahead of Carl, Melanie, and me most of the way and we lost sight of them from time to time.



I don't like people in my pictures unless I want them there, but I liked this gentleman standing where he was, fishing,

and so deliberately took a picture of him as I passed. That's the dam again in the background.



There were benches here 'n there, but a lot of them, like these, involved going down a slope to get to them and then

getting around steeply slanted fronts in order to sit. So I let the majority of them go by unsat.





I liked the sunlight in this one on the water.



We actually did come down and sit on this bench as I really needed to by then. Since my gait is still uneven, it

puts a strain on my hips and they both were protesting loudly and had been for some time.



I took this sitting on the bench, looking at four sleeping ducks.




Here, still on my bench, I was halfway around the lake, directly across from where we'd started.



One of the white ducks woke up and went out into the lake. I kinda liked it all by itself like this, surrounded

by blue.



We only sat for a few minutes and as we headed out again, there was a maple still with some yellow leaves with

a nice gazebo just beyond.





Melanie likes photography, too, and we kept pointing out interesting things to each other, like this

leaning tree with the sunlight through the leaves beyond.



I kept looking at where we'd been and thinking, my gosh, I've made it all this way!



Spaced along the way are various exercising things for those who are not hobbling along with canes. This is Melanie, age 12.