Little streams and falling water
Among the bare trees, still many with bright yellow and orange leaves
Soft hemlock pine
Fallen leaves on the trail
Little surprises along the way – a deer, a “golden” pond
The guys were outside and I went back to the cabin to get a bottle of water. While there I decided to take a few minutes to straighten up and make the bed. Later when all three of us came back inside, we walked through the door and the dialogue went something like this...
RIC: Ah, they made the bed!
JACK: Yes, they did!
RIC & JACK LOOK AND EACH OTHER AND LAUGH
ME: Gotta say it... spoken just like a man.
RIC: Men are slugs.
I was glad that I have been recycling during the past few years, and trying to use less to start with (but I’m a spoiled American, and often fall short of my goals). My hikes over the weekend made me much more aware of my connection with the trees and plants and wildlife, whether I’m in the woods or driving on the streets of Charleston.
We set the time on the camera to get a pic of all three of us. Jack doesn’t just talk fast... he does everything fast... and expects the camera to keep up with him! Guess he assumed the instant we all three lined up together the camera would take our pictures. It took a few tries to keep Jack in the shot!
"I'm wearing my corduroys today." ~Jack