Trails
This morning I got up and took a walk. I was driving yesterday and noticed a park closeby and wandered if it took me down to the river. I found a trail and began walking down it. I wound up circling a pond but on my way out found the trail that goes by the river. It was beginning to get hot so I came home. Maybe when I get back from treehouse trip I will walk that trail and find a place for breakfast. I am thankful for finding this little escape in the woods. I have a feeling I will go there often. Mentally, I am already in that treehouse. I hope the week goes by in a blink.
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Mentally, I am already groaning every time you post about anything but that treehouse. Adding my hopes to yours the week goes by in a blink. Over the internet, it looks like it might be worth the 17 hour commute to get me one of them roosts for a weekend. If it is on the internet, it must be so.
Thought this video would amuse you:
https://www.msn.com/en-us/kids/video/ride-a-bike-elevator-up-to-this-tree-house/vi-AAF1VPU
I know....Im looking forward to going back and I havent even been there yet...
BobinMaine, the bike lift is genius.
I hold inflated expectations as the number one travel hazard. When I arrive at a new place with too many expectations in my head, I often cheat myself of what is actually there because? ? ? I'm still trying to find good words for that phenom. Because expectations are pre-meditated resentments? Because reality is never a direct match for daydreams? Fact is always stranger than fiction?
Dunno. . . Repeat, I am still trying to find good words for that ^it^, but I carry ^it^ in my travel pack.