A cold morning on the Uwharrie Trail. We were hiking along and heard the unmistakable sound of bagpipes echoing through the woods. Cresting a hill, we saw the piper, a considerable distance off the trail, standing on a small rise just playing away. So odd and memorable.

Trail covered with fallen leaves and patches of snow, winding through a forest of bare trees at sunrise, with a yellow trail marker on a nearby tree trunk.