a view

this weekend, with the family in tow, we drove to the very tip top of willard peak. it was the first time i've experienced this town from that perspective.

and we stood with our toes curled over the edge.







it was beautiful. the lake, the islands, the sun.

we taught aiden important lessons--how to roast a hotdog over a fire, how to properly shoot a sling-shot-- simple things a girl must know. (later we will teach her eating hotdogs will kill you, but for now, we let her enjoy)




fall is officially here, and along with sweaters while the sun is still out, i picked leaves so red they glowed
--be still my heart--

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there are things, in this moment of my life, that i have seriously been neglecting. i feel my days are spinning out of control, and i cannot grasp just a minute of them. i do everything, and yet, still nothing gets done. it's a phenomenon i can't understand.
it's actually quite annoying.

so, i declare to you, day, i will take you back. i will find the time to run the pointer (and myself), i will take pictures of the briefest moments of fall, because soon snow will come. i will climb, (actually i have been climbing, i just haven't recorded the efforts). i will charge my camera, and remember the memory card, a task far more difficult than necessary.

this is my public announcement

note to self

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--bonnie

can you feel it

i can.

the breeze, slightly cooler.
the cast of gold through my hair and the reeds.
the tiny leaves, just beginning to turn
fall.
it's coming

we took a middle of the week trip to the city of rocks. is there any better time to leave then the middle of the week? i think not.
we were alone. just us and the bear, who we saw only in blurs and the whistle of the grass as he ran by.
my husband has picked up a habit of climbing without a rope.
nothing dangerous.
just a little thrill.
i've picked up the habit of photographing him. i think that makes me a bad wife. instead of whining, threatening or telling him to get his butt back to the ground, i take his picture.
but, he is beautiful, and graceful, and what is a girl to do when the early evening light is just right?

myself,
well, i prefer to climb with a rope strongly attached to my harness, (and the anchors above).
i showed mr. nelson how to tie the knot, just in case he forgot.
don't let that top-rope fool you, dear reader, i climb hard, i just have a slight discomfort in leading trad.
trust me, it's more scary than soloing.



we set up the cocoon
and listened to wind, and bear howl at creatures of the night.
i like that orange cave.
but, i (we.) (kaleb.) forgot the pillows
camping without them lends itself to an achy back and neck in the morning




we make do.

i have ever told you i don't read books
i devour them!
one swift bite
--chomp--