Stairs to the cabin.
This will be a photo essay of the amazing time I had in Hot Springs last weekend with the kindest, most understanding, generous and easy going get-away partner a gal could have. (He was a heck of a photographer, too. Also, wonderful at getting stains out of wood that a certain someone created when she left her wet towel atop an antique dresser and at calming down a kitty in a 7 hour car ride.)
Path outside the cabin. The colors were like dipped paint brushes, electric in the light.
A perfectly secluded writer retreat.
I’ve always wanted to hike the AT!
A walk in the woods is refreshing for both mind and body.
Atop Max Patch.
Odd trail companions came out of nowhere.
My favorite are the splashes of red. Also, weather cold enough for a jacket at last!
Such a great view after a brisk hike.
Can you tell it was hard to come back?
Me reading Kasischke for class and failing to stay candid.