Hiking photos from Hanging Rock State Park and Pilot Mountain State Park over the last two weeks’ hikes.
Days like today remind me of one of my heros, John Muir, and his love of the Sierra. Anyway, I will spare you my feeble and fumbling attempts at describing the majesty of nature and the spirits found in these cathedrals by sharing pictures instead of words. Please enjoy.
I won’t torture you with my poor attempts to describe nature and the transcendent experience of climbing through the intimate spaces of rhododendron and old growth elm trees, but will instead share some photos.
A few weeks ago Jake and I joined his parents and his sister, Barratt, for a weekend in Asheville, NC. Actually, I joined them for a weekend. Jake joined them for the week. (I just started a new job, guys! I didn’t want to show up and then take off.) We stayed in the Pisgah…
Since moving to the Triangle I’ve been longing for more of the random things to do like Screen on the Green and/or the plethora of museums and street fairs that DC has. I hadn’t realised until this weekend how much that had meant in terms of ignoring all of the other things I used to do while I was in DC. This weekend Jake and I finally opened our eyes.