Last day: the waterfall Last time we met, I was checking out an old 1800s cemetary. There was so much spookiness on those grounds, even Stephen King would have enjoyed it. I hope to get to go back some day and let my writing mind take over. It’s hard to do that when you are so filled with fresh air and excitement as I was from the hike. I even captured a little of fall’s colors (or maybe it was death to a living thing from a hot summer?) At any rate, it was an exciting day hike on route
The day hike: the cemetary Last time I left you with the incident that created my trail name. Stinger. Haha. Well, it sort of fits. I buzzed the hill and stung my bucket list with hiking and camping in the middle of my life. And for sure, will do it again. I am conditioning now for the next one. Would like to see what the PNW has to offer in wild life. Going back to Alabama though. There is a HILL I want to scale. So, the next day, after getting up and drinking instant coffee with powdered creamer and
So, I left you last time as we went into the woods. It was a major event in my life. My very first hiking trip, and at a middle age where most people are just getting comfy in their recliners with the remote. I decided to heck with living cozy, I want adventure. Well, let me tell you, I found it. Even Darby, my little Chihuahua questioned my sanity (see the image-she is asking me what am I thinking) I told her it would be okay, and we would have a good laugh over this event in days to come.