A great weekend it was. Visiting Peyton's sister at Smith Mnt. Lake Friday/Saturday was a highlight, and getting to meet Jane Seymour from Dr. Quinn was a treat. Not every evening do you get to eat birthday cake in a trailer with Dr. Quinn. The leaves were magnificent on Route 311 as we traveled the northwest edge of Virginia into West Virginia on Saturday. Sleeping under the stars on a cool fall night was every bit of refreshing Saturday evening. Had a great day paddling the upper Gauley on Sunday. Learned some fun creek lines and had a great time being with friends. Above are some pictures from the days paddle.
Definitely was a reminder of the natural beauty this time of year. I'll leave with a short poem by Elsie Brady.
Leaves
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
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