the lake is blue, the forest watchful

"every detail clear, tin cup and rippled mirror. The day is bright and songless" —from Morning in the Burned House, by Margaret Atwood Spent two days camping upstate midweek, and the first day was clear and beautiful, temperate.

A trip to the woods

TL and Kim traverse a parking lot of leaves after the hike. I think this was the smallest cabin trip since the first (which was only TL and Leddy, in a tent with their heavily-laden bikes in the rain).  Sabine was meant to be there as well but at the last had a rush at… Continue reading A trip to the woods