It was a warm fall day, mist hung low in the mountains, the lake reflecting it's white enchanting beauty. The recent rain allowed the nearby stream to flow with greater strength. We set out in our rubber boots and adventurous spirit to explore the bubbling brook.
We jumped on rocks and balanced on logs. Zoe got a soaker and was a good sport about it.
The forest was vibrant with life and death, moss clung to rocks shining bright green. Leaves still clung to their branches not ready to let go reminding me that often I have problems letting go.
There was a glow in the forest that day, a magic experienced by the children and the adults. It is what we love to do, explore the wonder of nature, find adventure where adventure is to be had.
It was a warm fall day, mist hung low in the mountains, the lake reflecting it's white enchanting beauty. The recent rain allowed the nearby stream to flow with greater strength. We set out in our rubber boots and adventurous spirit to explore the bubbling brook.
We jumped on rocks and balanced on logs. Zoe got a soaker and was a good sport about it.
The forest was vibrant with life and death, moss clung to rocks shining bright green. Leaves still clung to their branches not ready to let go reminding me that often I have problems letting go. 
There was a glow in the forest that day, a magic experienced by the children and the adults. It is what we love to do, explore the wonder of nature, find adventure where adventure is to be had.
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