It helped my motivation that the deep red color was at its fullest saturation and seemed so lovely the evening before.
Everyone asks, just what is that plant? Perhaps you can supply the answer. I think it's not buckwheat though the color for the fruit is right.



Thinking of the tears in two of my favorite pairs of pants, I decided to forgo the adventure of crossing the 5 strand, barbed wire fence. A short ramble past the fence would improve my angle on the lake. Instead, I headed for the river. A week later and I'm sitting in the fog after chasing a roof leak in our house. Drips are down to one every eight seconds, is that decreased rain or repaired roof?
1 comment:
Wow, looks like a beautiful place to hike.
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