Grist Mill and Fall Colors

At Babcock State Park, I discovered an old-fashioned grist mill that reminded me of how humans used to grind wheat. The gears of the mill had rusted, and the nearby stream was flowing smoothly. The park was alight with fall colors, and I noticed how different the leaves of each tree were from one another. There was also a bridge overlooking a small waterfall, and I stood on it for a while, watching the water tumble down. As I walked around the park, I noticed small creatures scurrying around the underbrush. They seemed nervous whenever I approached. I wonder if all creatures on Earth feel this way with new visitors. Overall, Babcock was a pleasant stroll in a beautiful autumnal setting.