A few pics from a walk we took last weekend when the sun made a rare appearance. I though the scenery was quite beautiful, but Justin was less than impressed. He is not a forest hiker. He is a fan of mountains. Myself on the other hand, I don't mind "looking" at mountains, but as far as climbing them -- give me a hill in the woods any day.
Fall always seems to fly by so fast. One minute it is here and the next it is gone. I took a long muddy walk yesterday to try to catch some of it. Though I don't think Fall here could ever compare to the amazing colors of the season in the Midwest, there still was that comforting crispness in the air...
My first car was a white 1992 Toyota Corolla. I loved that little thing. My grandparents bought it from their neighbor in Florida, and I was lucky enough to get it. Though it was already almost 10 years old by the time I got it, it was in quite good shape as it had only been driven to the grocery store once a week or so by their neighbor. Anyhow, the first week I had it, I opened up the glove compartment and out fell a small stack of pictures and postcards. The above picture was one that dropped out of the box.
