a delayed departing,

a surprisingly uneventful trip with

a stop at Heather Glen, gas in Wadsworth and lunch overlooking the lake then

into the sun to Wall Spring by 3:30.

Saturday the wintry glare

turned to dirt

simplifying watercolors.

The afternoon brought flurries, cold winds

with clearing at the end

and snow promised, later. Well we’ll see…and see we did;

a dusting crept in in the evening, all we got

and gone by noon despite the cold.

[Logpile by Seth Benjamin Roché, whose motor home watches benignly over us from afar]

On the other hand getting back over the hill may be more problematic…

Waiting…hopefully not to be stuck in a line of semis from the border on.