You’d think walking to the creek would be a humdrum event. I found it exceptionally pleasant with daughter Kate for company.
This day Kate spotted an abandoned Easter basket bobbing in the water. Of course, we wondered who lost it and why, knowing it would remain a mystery. A few days later, when John and I went to a meeting at the firehouse, I walked across the parking lot and found the blue basket on the creek bank, a foot or so above the water.
The rain clouds bearing down on us caused a pause for a photo and much faster footsteps to get home.
We took pictures from the overlook on the way to Cataloochee and the six elk we found grazing in the valley.
Kate and David posed in a big barn and sat at desks in the old schoolhouse.
Mother and son requested a picture of them on the bridge in Cataloochee. We all enjoy mountain streams, and I took home five video clips when one should have been enough. I took the one below while standing where Kate and David had been sitting.
We found it very satisfying to wander through the day, enjoying each other’s company.