To get to the Sister Grove Trail, one drives down highway 380 until one is surrounded on both sides by Lake Lavon, with the country highway "cutting through the seam". A highway on a bridge turns off to the left, and heads to shore. I took that highway, and (after a pit stop for caffeine-free Diet Coke) made my way to Sister Grove Trail.
Usually, I have this trail to myself, as it is somewhat remote, but today other vehicles were parked there.
I began hiking through the stubby trees and shrubs that are the "grove". Some things were green, other things were Autumn brown. I passed by holly berries, and in the distance saw the flaming red of a huge maple tree in color.
I heard a sound of scrunching footsteps in the wood, and realized that something larger than a bird was nearby. I paused and watched and listened. Soon, I saw a raccoon's tail, and its torso. I did not get a look at its face, and hence could not pick it out of a line-up.
The vigorous December wind apparently kept the raccoon from picking up my scent at first. I could only see his body, rather larger than I would expect, as he nimbly trotted off into the woods. I like that sense of seeing a bushy, "variegated" tail, wandering in the woods. I drove back towards home, checking out potential places to fish, and a new game room in McKinney. Then I drove home as Cynthia Nixon read a "selected short" story about awkward teen-age times on the public radio.