BEFORE THE FIRST FROST
A few days ago Rick and I made our annual before-the-first-frost trip to our camp. It was a gorgeous October afternoon . . .
my favorite time of year in the woods.
I like to see how high the pine trees have grown since Rick planted them 15 years ago.
Crossing the river requires dodging a few rocks. (And yes, okay, we did get stuck once. . . or twice.)
But neither one of us minded. We were having too much fun . . .
watching sun light up the woods. . .
watching it shimmer on the water.
Taking in deep breaths of clean mountain air and re-connecting with the natural world around us.
my favorite time of year in the woods.
I like to see how high the pine trees have grown since Rick planted them 15 years ago.
Crossing the river requires dodging a few rocks. (And yes, okay, we did get stuck once. . . or twice.)
But neither one of us minded. We were having too much fun . . . 
watching sun light up the woods. . .
watching it shimmer on the water.
Taking in deep breaths of clean mountain air and re-connecting with the natural world around us.
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