We took a big walk around the pine forest behind my parent’s farm, where I grew up.
It was great showing the Goblin Boy and Dawna some of the places where I spent so much of my teen years. In 25 years it’s all changed quite a bit… old growth fallen… new growth taking it’s place.
They had a lot of snow this winter, and summer is a bit late in these parts this year. It’s not even hit 80 degrees here yet; nearly a record. The grasses are in full growth, and it’s all really green instead of the yellow that they quickly fade to.
We trooped up and down trails that used to be quite visible; now they’re faded back so far that we could barely find them at all. Fallen pine were all about the place, as if a trolla had crashed through them just a few months before.
We managed to find my old fort; a hunter’s little walled outcropping hidden beneath a fir tree. The boy was really excited about this and managed to crawl inside and look around. That was pretty cool.
By them my feet were really hurting (damn dirty neuropathy) and we made our way back to the farm.
It was pretty great to wander back here where I spent so much time so many years before.
But now I’m all sneezy.
– Daniel
