His exact words were, "When I sit here, I AM nature." And then, "I wonder who put this chair here? I call it the seventies chair."
You can't ask for more...except for maybe quacamole and Bill's salsa. If you've had Bill's salsa, you know what I'm talking about.
Sometimes I feel like I am up this creek...but it's a beautiful little creek, no?
Wait for it...
wait for it...
and...
there it is - 10 year old bike riding joy.
I call this, "The hobo camp." Most evidence is rotted away, but there's a campfire circle, a picnic table, a cooking grate hanging in a tree, and long ago, there was even a hammock. It's a bit mysterious, but it's also a little magical...
Finn generally fights playing outside preferring to be on his Kindle. But, here he is, with a friend, building a "bridge" over the creek with rocks. This was after kayaking and swimming in the pond, playing basketball, and jumping on the trampoline. Not a bad life.
Finn thought this was the funniest sitting postion he'd ever seen. Ever.