: About Me

I get out of the car, throw my keys in my pocket, put on my sunglasses and I'm ready to go. The leaves and twigs snap crackle and pop under my feet. The sun paints a picture on the ground where it can sneak through the trees. Squirrels chase each other up and down, round and round, playing squirrel games. The path opens up to blue water, even bluer skies, and a myriad of beaten paths to chose from. Some go left, some go right, I go straight ahead. Up and over and down the other side. I don't need a path. There are some smaller rocks that look like they've collapsed over time, a pile of rub...