travel: quiet corners…
~ My friend Mark was digging into a salad he had packed. The late-autumn sun was dropping quickly toward the tree line, and with it, the temperature. It began to rain, lightly. The two of us were sitting up in a blind barely large enough for one of us. Packed in like canned sardines, standing practically chest-to-chest, I was scouting […]
~ My friend Mark was digging into a salad he had packed. The late-autumn sun was dropping quickly toward the tree line, and with it, the temperature. It began to rain, lightly. The two of us were sitting up in a blind barely large enough for one of us. Packed in like canned sardines, standing practically chest-to-chest, I was scouting […]