Cedar Hill meant nothing more to me than some hills and some cedar
(juniper) trees. It’s a pretty area near Joe Pool Lake,
and it’s a bunch older than I had anticipated. Of course, the day did not
cooperate – a slow drizzle that became a rather chilly rain, instead of bright
sunshine. We did find a nice place for lunch, so that mitigated the gloom,
somewhat; and I did get a look at Joe Pool Lake.
|Antennas, cedar trees, on a hill|