This is really probably the nicest time of year up here. Everything is green - it's shocking how green when you've been so long someplace that is almost entirely dirt-colored. It's been a wet summer, and not a very hot one, either.
So the water is good in the river, and the trees are...well, somewhere between healthy and out of control.
I'm fairly certain one of these trips up here I'll find that Dad's place has been entirely overrun by giant oak trees and aggressive squirrels. I sit out here on the back porch (where I can kinda get some internet signal, sometimes) and listen to things falling through the oak canopy. There's never any way of knowing whether it's just a limb, or perhaps a poorly balanced possum, since it's just a sea of green.
What's funny is that in just a couple of months, the view from back here will enable one to sit and watch deer cross the field 500 yards away. Today they could be camped 25 feet from where I'm sitting and I'd have no clue.
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