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--