|Following the trail~|
|Almost to Homestead Hill~|
|On the hill~|
|Remnants of the storm~|
|Nika leads the way~|
|First water in the creek~|
|Heading east on Squirrel Trail Trail~|
|Our three largest Black Cottonwoods~|
I hurt more when I feel slighted & have come to realize - mostly since the institution of Facebook - that in truth, though I have several hundred friends there, in reality - I can count my true friends on the fingers of one hand.
These trees, these woods are my salvation - as nature has been to me since childhood, when I would hike up the first ridge as we called it - on my way home from elementary school in Boulder.
|My two trusty companions~|