That always sounds so good. Driving the gravel road, nestled between the hills, I imagine the wagons picking the easiest path, dropping into this beautiful spring fed valley I have the priviledge of calling home.
I spy two deer feeding and they spy me. This would have been a shot for Tina's camera. I didn't make it. Too slow and too shaky. I could not zoom without shaking like I was naked in an ice storm.