Memorial Weekend Report (published draft)

I felt like I filled every square inch of time and space that holiday weekend.
Jake and I even snuck away on a date. We went bowling. We were sore afterward. Don't ask me how.
(Does bowling make any of you youngsters sore??)
And before we even met up with family for festivities, we went on a beautiful hike. Refreshing. Wonderful. Jake did most ALL the work.

oops.

The thing I love when it comes to hiking around here, is that you can sense every season of the year in a one mile to-the-river-and-back. There were late spring flowers blooming, green summer growth, and the smell of fallen leaves still moistened on the ground. The air was cold and still.
And all this freedom isn't free. T'was the perfect thing to do that weekend.

I made a dumb assumption when I asked Jake why it was "second growth" forest; assuming I'd see a lot of cut stumps on this little adventure. Well, the second growth is about 50 years old. And the "old growth?" the stumps were like gigantic gloomy, thriving mushrooms that muscled around to watch us all along the way.

By Monday, we were pooped. Jake had some paint balling injuries, and I was grateful still for all the Boyscouters of America that have made a habit out of dutch oven feasting.

Hope you had a great Memorial Day 2010. We surely did!