Where getting lost is part of the adventure… and finding your way home a pleasant surprise.

Walking Through My Memories

Walking Through My Memories

At lunch, I usually take a walk, just to get away, out of the office. I often walk along the old pipeline above Indian Creek.   It’s a little different now than when I was a kid. The water is gone and the pipe has fallen into disrepair, but most of it is still...
Blackberries

Blackberries

  I am at the side of the trail, eating blackberries just as fast as I can pick them. They stain my fingers red and dissolve in my mouth, this one sweet, that one tart. Thorns tear at my forearms as I reach inside the briars to twist free another berry. The trick...