Sometimes you just gotta get into the woods.
This is Caldwell Woods in Chicago, early on a Saturday, a few weeks back. I pal'ed around with Carrie and we went off the beaten path into a discovered golfball sanctuary, lots of moss and branches, all the while speculating on the age of various old beer cans we observed. They are likely as old (or older) than we are. It was like discovering some strange hobo time capsule.
The "between seasons" is the best part. People have started to go into hibernation mode, but the weather is still mild enough to enjoy traipsing in and around a forest.