But even though the temperature was in the fifties and there was no breeze so walking at Charleston Falls on November 15 was pleasant, I knew I was walking on a November day.
But I did enjoy listening to the falls. All three were flowing, the two that always flow and the intermittent falls which flows only when we have had unusual amounts of rain.
I walked the following day, too. It was a bright and sunny day. There was a lovely sky. The park staff was leading a group of children on a tour of the special rocks of our part of Ohio and teaching the importance of all rocks. The children had never thought of aluminum cans as coming from rock or of rocks being important in the manufacture of their techie toys like cell phones and computers. And of course, they talked about salt as being a rock. As they hiked back to the buses in the parking lot, they stopped at a jumbled group of erratics brought by the glaciers of long ago. Each child climbed on one and jumped off, shouting, "Thank you, rocks."
Officially, for me, winter arrived on November 30. We had our first significant snow.
But, by afternoon, it had melted away.