New Year is as good as any other day to start a journal. A journal of self-discovery AM. I've never written much at all my entire life. A couple 3-month diaries at most. Mike always told me to write a book. I had many experiences throughout my life that could be considered book-worthy.
I hope to keep this blog going, to learn about myself. My thoughts and feelings have been coming on strong, stronger than the previous year.
I hope to keep this blog going, to learn about myself. My thoughts and feelings have been coming on strong, stronger than the previous year.
I am lousy at expressing myself but all thoughts and feelings are there, upstairs seemingly making sense to me when I need them. And that's what I want to share, I have to find a way for them to escape and be.
I started my walk on the greenmax thinking I wouldn't make the whole way to the bench. I had to work after all. And it was supposed to rain. But it looks like I've hit an opening in the clouds. The mist coming from the river is beautiful.
Tia begins to go nuts on the trail down to the river. She absolutely loves certain walks. I think she remembers this one, in particular, the way she darts up and down. jumping up and over logs, running the length of them. She is super happy.
This keeps me going...I think she knows it.
We got to the bottom of the switchbacks and right away I see the spot where I took snapshots of Mike and the dogs in March 2018.
The Stamp is swollen and raging
And we begin the meandering trail along the Stamp. There are small creeks where normally it's quite dry. I thought of turning back on one "creek" imparticular. It was a chore getting across safely.
What do you think Mike? Punky enough to fall within 5 years?
Debbie's Creek falls were glorious! I had never seen them so strong.
A few more steps and we see the bench my three son-in-laws built
and placed on the greenmax <3
and placed on the greenmax <3
I didn't stay long, I made a note to self; Carry pack every time and throw a towel in it
I backtracked out, to the trail at the stump because of time restrictions
When I came out onto the main trail, I was oh so thankful I didn't go the full route. It was flooded, I was in my keens and didn't want wet feet.
Made it to the log without getting my feet wet. Yay! I was just hoping the log was still intact at the end. Last time I went in Aug it was getting bad. It's going to cave under someone someday soon.























































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