kp and i spent last sunday evening in fontainebleau state park. that afternoon, i'd dragged him to walker, LA to buy a table off a lady who told us to meet her at the "on the border" gas station (it took us a good, long minute to realize she meant "on the run," at which point we wondered, why wouldn't she just say "exxon"??!). anyway, this is not kp's idea of a good time, so i knew i'd have to make it worth his while. what better than a late afternoon hike and the promise of barbecue??
it was only a year ago that we visited fontainebleau state park's namesake in france. oh, to be blowing my monthly budget on wine... but alas, those days are over, and this couldn't have been further from the fall colors in burgundy experience... marshes, spanish moss, and bud light instead of vineyards, old churches, and pinot noir. we left our wooly scarves at home, too, since it's still tank top weather here.
the marsh 
the crown of a glorious mess of twisty roots
southern gothic
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Really beautiful photos.
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