Sometimes a little walk is all you need to tug your world back into focus.
Category: Walkaholic
The neighborhood walking-talking-eating-drinking tradition continues
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Where Two Rivers Meet
Kersten is delighted by how quickly we arrive at the trailhead, and after two dashes back to the car—Kersten to shed her sweater and I to retrieve my hair tie—we launch our Thursday morning adventure.
At first, I only hear it when I get up to pee at night, and it seems to come from the exhaust vent.
When disaster strikes, we reach for the familiar — something sturdy like the trunk of a tree — and hold on.