It's a dirt road off Key Deer Boulevard near the baseball diamond, but it has a name and they call it South Street. I have no idea why, it's not particularly north or south of any landmark that I can see. Cheyenne used to like it, and Rusty likes it a lot.
A cold front yesterday made it an ideal day to let the Carolina Dog loose on the trail. He had a restrained good time.
Rusty spent some time in the bushes and while he did I stood around shivering slightly and taking pictures of random woodsy things.
It's been raining a bit and the puddles filled. Rusty got thirsty but he is reluctant to drink found water, much less lay down in it which is okay by me as a muddy dog is a pain in the car.
Oyster shells and Bud Light cans, indicate the woodsmen have been living large in the shrubbery.