summer and to give myself an excuse to take frequent rests.
i walked out my back door to the base of the trail.
a few steps uphill, and i was in the foothills.
hearing the seductive babble of a brook, jackson and i forged through
the trees to stop and play a while.
not a great photo, but i think his little pink tongue is too cute.
onward and upward we ventured, until we came to a "fork"in the road.
at first, i wanted to take the smallest trail, but then i spied the intriguing
curve of the road to the left. i was also weary of the mountains bikers.
and, of course, along came some bikers. :)
mount crested butte,
glorious clouds.
with great reluctance, i returned to my back door.
"for the beauty of the earth,
for the glory of the skies,"
love,
lea
