Land of the Obvious
They say that Ohio is a plain-spoken place. Off Ohio Pass, in a little known valley between that separates the West Elk, Storm Ridge and the Anthracite Range, a trail climbs to the base of the Anthracite massif before turning south toward Soapy Basin. To the southwest you can spot the Castles, or the Swamp Castles I prefer to think of them. Someone here had a dry, plain-spoken sense of humor, as you can no doubt tell from the picture of swamp flowers taken at the aptly named Swampy Pass. I am glad it was midday when I passed it by, though when I returned again at 3 I startled a family of ducks happily summering at 10000 feet. 
The trail, which borders a slough on the pass for some yards, gave the appearance that I was chasing the ducklings, and so I was charged by a daffy duck, wings aflap, trying to distract me as if I were a predator while the little ones hid in the tall fronds.
