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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...
The Fair

The Fair

Dog-tired yet renewed, I am. Fair week is over. Finally and already. The week of the Sandwich Fair seems like it will never end yet flies by. The end is bittersweet. Brilliantly timed, this event has been held the Wednesday-Sunday after Labor Day since 1888. Most...
Sweet Shade

Sweet Shade

S​​ome of the NCT follows country roads. It’s annoying but reality. If one wants to hike this trail, roads are part of the deal. I knew this when I parked in Marshall last weekend. The trail started in the woods but soon led to B Drive N and followed the road for...
The Labyrinth

The Labyrinth

For thousands of years and in many cultures, humans have walked labyrinths as a form of meditation. Traveling a labyrinth symbolizes our spiritual journey inward. We start on the outer edge and walk slowly and mindfully on the single path toward the center,...