Miniature daisies by my mother's grill.
Adirondack shelter on the Laurel Highlands hiking trail.
Bridge over Oil Creek..waaaaayyy down there.
Autumn trails make my heart sing.
Hot lunch from the day pack by the creek on an unseasonably warm November day.
Wishing we packed in the fly-rod.
I heard something on a pod-cast last week..
Adventure is what you make it.
In your backyard,
by the grill.
In the garden,
with the sun on your back.
On a familiar trail,
or a new one.
Doing something new,
or old with a new set of eyes.
We've spent the summer adventuring.
Going to keep going right into winter..