During my evening stroll, I came across this peculiar little fellow. She (it's actually a hen!) was disappointed when she learned I was not offering her food. Poor girl. Her sour expression says it all. Better luck next time!
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Sunday, March 31, 2013
A little note about last week's adventure: never break in new hiking boots on a 35 degree incline trail.
As I hike through these familiar trails, I am reminded of the days my poor father carried me on his shoulders when I was small and tired and whining. The weigh of a small child FAR exceeds the weight of the small pack I was whining about in the heat of last weekend. My poor, yet dear dear father.
But the view from the top was not so bad...
As I hike through these familiar trails, I am reminded of the days my poor father carried me on his shoulders when I was small and tired and whining. The weigh of a small child FAR exceeds the weight of the small pack I was whining about in the heat of last weekend. My poor, yet dear dear father.
But the view from the top was not so bad...
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