By adopting a one-income lifestyle, we have made many sacrifices. One of the advantages though of reduced income is that we spend more time hanging out in our own neighborhood. We spend a day or an afternoon exploring the beauties of surrounding areas.
About 45 minutes away from our house is a mountain majesty that erupts from the landscape, unembarrassed at having shamed its more diminutive neighbors. From late fall until early summer the sharp peak is snow-capped and foreboding. For those brief few months during which the snow has melted, drivers attempt the winding ascent and are rewarded with regal beauty.
Last Sunday we ventured upward, despite the area being blanketed by smoke from nearby forest fires. Sometimes our greatest adventures truly do take place in our own back yards. We timed our visit as the trees began their autumnal changing of the color guard.
As we swerved around one of the curves ( give a man a winding mountain road and he will navigate it as if he were James Bond,) we saw a sign that said "Geologic Outcrop." Curious, we slowed, stopped, and got out of the car. From the road we had not seen a paved path that led away from the small parking lot. Weston and Hoolie immediately saw the path as an invitation to run ahead so the adults dutifully followed behind.
At the end of the path, we realized that the "Geologic Outcrop" sign was woefully understated. Instead, the sign should have portrayed a stick figure waving madly saying, "Oh man, you have got to see this. If you don't stop that car RIGHT NOW you will regret it, I promise."
Look! It's Bluto from Labyrinth!
Right there in our own back yard. Forty-five minutes away. Who knew.
And a little farther down the road...
Oh yes. That's my son. Running toward a cliff. If I make it til he's eighteen...
So. What's in your backyard?