On Sunday afternoon, some of us took a hike. Our destination was a cross at the top of one of the hills that overlook the town that my cousin lives near (confused yet?). It was a pretty good climb, and I was out of breath more than once. I was reminded how much I love hiking, and how much I dislike going downhill. But enough talk. Here are the pictures!
The wildflowers were beautiful.
Most of the group.....three of us were taking pictures.
The easy part of the non-existent trail.
You see those little red barns? Yeah. I wanna live right there.
Reading "The Long Winter" by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
The End. (For now.)