Blood Mountain: the leaving

All grim things must come to an end. And so we left Blood Mountain, alive... for now.

Driving back, the mountain roads were chilly in their crisp autumnal decay.


We stopped at several scenic sites where L demanded that I photograph her...


... and then set off south again. This is what the trees look like as you drive by, gnarled and scheming, patiently crafting their Machiavellian deceits:


The road south to Bedlam: