As you may know I live in the country. Not so far out that the ice cream melts before I can get home from the grocery store, but close. There have been many times here that I am reminded of the camping trips I took with my dad as a kid. Camping was the first time I remember seeing a Coral snake (it was in a cage to show us what to look for) and going on a hike watching for Cottonmouths in the tall grass. I found a sheep skull on a
When I see one of these things now I am reminded of those trips. What wonderful experiences that no doubt played a role in the enjoyment and appreciation I have for all the natural beauty I am surrounded by every morning when I wake up and look out my window sipping coffee. Thanks, dad. I love you.
PS... It's also probably explains why I have two-one man kayaks and not a two person canoe hanging in my garage. Funny story for another day.