The shift into November marks the etching towards winter. The weather may not be reflecting this shift, but the plants of Rock Point know it’s that time of year. The sugar maple and buckthorn are all almost completely bare, while the coniferous trees retain their bright green needles, causing them to stand out in the landscape. Dead fallen leaves blanket the hiking trail, making it almost impossible to see ground beneath them. The rustling of the leaves creating as I was walking through make it difficult to hear anything else. Another indication of the seasonal change was a flock of geese flying in a V-shape southward (see figure 6 below); their honking was so enticing that my friend and I deciding to honk right back at them.
Because this visit was on a nice day (hopefully one of the last of its kind before the coming spring) there were more people wondering the woods than during the previous visit; their voices melded with the ecological sounds of Rock Point, as if they were part of the natural landscape.
