I was going to post about how I was wondering this morning, as I was flopping along down a hill with Scotty, how long I had to flop so loose jointedly and carelessly before I started walking stiffly so as not to jar my brittle old limbs.
Then I remembered how the Captain hates my "impending doom" posts and thought better of it.
It is fall, though, and my thoughts turn so easily to The End.
Instead I'll post another pretty picture.
Here's another picture of the Eagle Creek trail because I heard it suffered some bad landslide damage and will be closed for a while.
Becca (and Brian): our peer pressure paid off. You got to see it before the trail gave way (and not during)!