You hike.
And you pick flowers.
Wild flowers with amazingly distinctive colors.
You hike and you can get lost, literally, and lose your way, literally, and find yourself far away, hopefully, near a remote village.
That's the story of these foothills.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Findighligh Forest, Sabalan Foothills
This is not a normal mountain.
This is not a normal forest.
We are at the foothills of Sabalan.
The mountain of wild grass and no barbed wires.
The place where the best honey and the best creme comes to be.
This is not a normal forest.
We are at the foothills of Sabalan.
The mountain of wild grass and no barbed wires.
The place where the best honey and the best creme comes to be.
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