5 mile hike on a saturday.
it's for these days i bust my rear trying to get chores done during the week.
as with all days it always starts with an outfit.
wild phlox. i think.
love ferns growing on rocks. makes me think of the lyrics:
'fastened to the rock which cannot move, grounded firm and deep in the Saviour's love.'
there was much hand washing after this.
trillium
only one set of arms can make my big girl look like my baby again.
this is when i was left behind on the trail.
but i found them.
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