foggy with lots of fog drip
windy and cold beneath the redwoods as well as out in the open spaces
filled with bird song and bird calls; the birds were loudest down by the creek
such a lovely day; not only was the outdoor art doing its thing (trying to fit in with the environment) but there were so many rabbits about (the ones with the white cotton tails) and I was even treated to the sight of newts in the creek and also to the call of one coyote somewhere near the picnic grounds.
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