It actually looked like a huge overgrown thicket rather than a manicured or even kept garden like I had envisioned. We took a stroll anyway. The sweet smell of azaleas and some other flowering shrubs I still can not identify enveloped us in the narrow trail through high underbrush. We climbed just a little in elevation and suddenly the clean scent of towering pines replaced the sweet flowery smell. This was certainly a walk more for the sense of smell than any other.

A tidbit I noticed and filled away…that damp, boggy soft soil azaleas seem to like; snakes like it too. I heard a great many slither away beside my feet along the trail.