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Fifth Water Hot Springs

Fifth Water Hot Springs

I chose early October to visit Utah because it was Fall Break at my kids’ school. I didn’t know the Aspens and Maples would be at their peak color; that part was pure luck. Claire, Johna and I rode as Matthew drove our rented black 4runner through for the Cache...
Townline Road

Townline Road

I have maps of the North Country Trail between the Michigan/Ohio state line and the Mackinac Bridge. The pages are highlighted, dated, sweat-stained, dirty, and torn from endlessly moving in and out of my pocket. They are taped together and dotted with post-it notes...
The Little Beach

The Little Beach

My campsite overlooked a small body of water, bigger than a pond, not exactly a lake. This water became a source of great joy and insight. The sun and moon both rose over her. My first morning there, I was excited and woke before 5 am. It was 46 degrees and dark....
Monet

Monet

S​aturday was like a Monet painting, peaceful and serene. The forest contained very little fall color except for the Maple trees, which were red like cherries. The light in this picture whispers Monet; the lily pads scream it. If today was a Monet, yesterday was a...
Those Pesky Miles

Those Pesky Miles

A couple of pesky miles, or maybe four, I wasn’t sure. Regardless, I had attempted this tiny stretch of the NCT repeatedly without success. I couldn’t find the trailhead, car problems sent me home, endless rain relocated me to the cabin, a creepy truck parked on the...