My day has already taken a direction that I didnt plan on, so I decide to gear up and ride to the creek near the end of the road. I come down the hill and I am riding a few hundred yards upstream to "hide" my equipment, tho I suspect it will be just fine.
I am feeling a little guilty as I have promised myself that I wont explore anything new without first making sure that my wife dosent want to go. After the better part of our marrige spent ill, it is the joy of my life that I can now include her in where I go since her healing. We have plans to explore something tomorrow, so I want to at least scout out the first part of this creek to ensure that its makable.
I am reflecting now about the way it makes me feel to live within minutes of this very place. It is such a wonderous place, filled with so much that a ten square foot section sets the imagination ablazeThe creek is running nicely, and I come upon a fork. The little voice tells me to take the right, so I do. Up a short distance, I spy the water coming out of the side of the creek wall, and beyond that its dry!
I am still walking, at least a mile or moere already, in this now dry creek, and I am betting myself that it will start running again soon ahead of me. I am deciding that I have seen enuf, that to see whatever else is ahead I would rather do another time with my wife in my company.
I must say, there isnt anything extraordinary about my walk in this extraordinary place. A strange experience to be taking for granted that I can do this almost any afternoon I am home. I sit down, as I often do in these places, and listen to nothing at all. Happy that I enjoy my own company.
Kevin
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