I just got back from two days camping in what passes for mountains in this county — up past Julian, with the Cub Scouts, at Mataguay. I got plenty of photos and not much sleep. So I am tired and cranky and have missed a few days of the Internet, much less the blog.
Driving from mountain valley down to home called to mind a very old poem, from when Kristen and I made a similar, much longer traversal, moving from Maryland to Alabama, driving down the spine of the Smokies. I dusted it off and did a largish rewrite. So here it is: Continue reading »