Moments after angering a park ranger we "headed out" into the forrest.
Little limbs coated in white.
There is magic in these woods.
Darby performs the walk of shame as he awaits his mother baring a spare set of car keys.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Winter's Wrath
Week after week of cloudless skies and friendly temperatures have given way to torrential downpours and stingingly cold winds. I must admit I have little problem with this sudden resurgence of winter. A few comrades and I were fortunate enough to make it up to the hills above Saratoga and trudge around through the frost encrusted wilderness.
Moments after angering a park ranger we "headed out" into the forrest.
Little limbs coated in white.
There is magic in these woods.
Darby performs the walk of shame as he awaits his mother baring a spare set of car keys.
Moments after angering a park ranger we "headed out" into the forrest.
Little limbs coated in white.
There is magic in these woods.
Darby performs the walk of shame as he awaits his mother baring a spare set of car keys.
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