I had myself an adventure

I went for a walk Friday, I believe it was.  On one of the "fingers" of our land where I turn around and walk back, lately I have been noticing that particular path that goes down, down, down to to very back fence of our property.  I've climbed every hill back there when I was younger, looking for blackberries or mushrooms, or just because I love  the peace of the place.  I have noticed how much stronger my legs are lately, and I wanted to see if I could get down there under my own power.  Of course, what goes down must come up, but after about a week of thinking about it, I was sure I could climb back up, even if I had to sit down and rest every five minutes.  I didn't tell Cliff I'd be gone longer, but I knew if he got worried he'd call my cell phone; if that didn't work, he'd hop on the four-wheeler and come find me.

And down I went!  When I first started, Gabe stayed behind, knowing he and I have never gone there before.  I had to ask him twice to follow me.  It took awhile, but after going through wet spots from a spring that flows out of the ground and climbing over several fallen dead trees, I made it, entered my favorite canyon, and decided to let my friends see this part of our place.

This is the hill I climbed up when I was done in the valley.