All week, I have been earnestly meaning to start walking the streets of my hometown but finding just that one hour in my hectic schedule
seems to be a challenge. With the fulltime job, housework, a garden, my blogs,
my other writing, my bumming, and my quest to run a 5K, I am left a few hours
to sleep and eat. Oh, it’s not that bad. But I did decide last night that until
I get it together I could combine a few things. When I went for a two-mile run,
I took my camera with and documented my very own road. That felt like a
reasonable commitment to the “walk every street” dare.
First of all, though, the mosquitoes have been horrendous
for the last week. I thought that since I would dawdle on this run, I might
need protection.
I somehow managed to get under way, Dino leading the way.
Isn’t this tree a beauty? I should have parked Dino in
front of him, so you could see how big he is. The woods all around here were
once filled with mammoth white pines. But logging them all off is what most of
our towns were built on, Tomahawk wouldn’t be a town today if it hadn’t been
for these trees.
I don’t know what these trees were up to once upon a
time. The one guy must have been lonely or maybe he was jealous and thought he
should butt in between the others.
I think this used to be a no-trespassing sign, but it has
been hanging like this for many years.
I was trying to get a picture of the ferns on the side of
the road, but like our shadows better. Doesn’t Dino’s look more like I made his
with my hand?
2 comments:
Great story Chris. Gave me a couple good giggles. ;)
I have accomplished yet another goal every time I make someone laugh. Thanks, Doni.
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