I was determined to get pictures of our secret grotto. I flooded the mule. Well, then, a slow foot trip to the bottom of the hill and by definition of hill, back up again.
I'll stop fearing getting away from the house and getting swoony, but let's be practical. Rebel and I will need a small backpack, food supplies for 3 days, camera, cell phone, snakebite kit, bear taser. Check, check, check.
The grotto has been formed by the flooding and the spillway from the adjoining property's lake. I had to perch on a 12 inch wide shelf of clay sandstone stuff and fight Rebel's "keep you safe" tongue lashings to get the pics. If I could have squirmed down onto my belly to get the camera really steady, I would have captured a more clear shot of a secret hidden in a pasture. However, I hope you enjoy.
2 comments:
Oh My!
You are determined to photograph that dadgurned bear. You drowned a doggone jackass?
Well I certainly hope no other jackass messes with you. But I guess you'll need carry no more hay.
However I might suggest (mind I'm simply suggesting here-since I know now you're capable of drownding jackasses) asking your husband if he might buy you one of those small four-wheeler thingys I see old guys and golfers ride in?
Hilda
Well Hilda,
you know that's what my mule is--only much bigger than our first one several years ago. It just seems to sense when I get in and touch it.
Jeanie
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