Een Reis Naar Het Dinglewood
[Edit: This is a picture-heavy post.]
We’ve been meaning to drive down to the forest I call the Dinglewood. (It’s really the Dwingelderveld, near the town of Dwingeloo, but the name reminds me of something out of the Lord of The Rings, so “the Dinglewood” it will remain.) We wanted to go enjoy Autumn before it is over – we ought to have gone last weekend for peak foliage but it was raining…today, though…! Today was a gourmet day, all brisk clean winds, sunshine, dramatic clouds piling in the distance. It was absolutely perfect Fall weather, so we packed up the dog and set forth.
Having started the Nike running app to track where we walked and for how long*, we set off into the woods. It was so very lovely! Moss growing everywhere, hummocks and hillocks and dells and long rolling sweeps of the stuff, all kinds of it, glowing in unnameable shades of intense, luminous green. I stopped to look at some more closely and found the cutest pine-cones ever. Really small!
The dog has never had the opportunity to run around in the woods before except the once on the Appalachian trail last summer, so she really had a blast. She’s in much better condition now than she was when she arrived, so she was rocketing around the place like a bullet, leaping fallen logs and moving so fast as to be a blur. She was Very Happy.
The light was gorgeous.
We met a few people and some bikes, but no horses. We did see some wild sheep that were snoozing in a rocky field, and Daisy was Very Interested but Carel snaffled her and kept her from disrupting their naps.
For a guy who has never had a dog, he’s sure giving a good imitation of being a dog person. They’re rapidly becoming inseparable, and she listens to him very well. He’s got her going out for bike rides, socializing in the park, and waiting outside grocery stores! She’s turning into a city dog just like that and I give full credit to Carel. He’s done an amazing job with her and I’m very impressed. Surprised! But yeah, impressed.
I spotted a birch tree glowing in a sunbeam, and picked my way over to it. So very lovely, delicate as lace, radiant in the slanting light.
We walked a long way. I had no idea where we were; we just kept wandering deeper into the forest, our changes of direction largely driven by trying to avoid people so that the dog could run free. At one point the trees gave way to marsh and open space.
Oy. We needed to go home. But how? We carefully walked through this, stopping to take a couple more photos…
And glowing copper trees
As we were coming to the end of the trail, the forest turned into Faerie. The light was so eerie and it was just heart-stoppingly beautiful.
I lagged behind, entranced. But…ahead of me were my man and my dog, waiting.
I caught up and we went home.
Tired dogs are the best kind.
* It was 5.23km