skippin stones, build a home

got the heck outta dodge early last saturday morning.



made it.



arrived in summer weather. note bare legs.



sat down by the dock and basked.



couldn't resist lying in the grass. took a nap in the sun.



felt soooo good.





the rest of these are out of order, it's all a jumble in my head anyway. a jumble of walks, moseys, and poke-arounds.



the pine forest









sunday morning got up early and sat in the fog.





















this guy was casting a long shadow for such a tiny critter






















so much magic up there in the fall. it can't be described. knowing we probably won't be there this time next year was heartbreaking. IS heartbreaking. i had a lump in my throat the whole weekend. i tried to remember every moment, the way the sunlight filters in different places, and to memorize the smells, even though i know doing so is impossible. i know this because i am always, always surprised at how beautiful it smells, it always hits me. every time.