One of the things that I take for granted is the proximity of our house to hiking trails: there are miles and miles just a two minute walk from our house, and there are miles and miles just a two minute drive away. In any direction.
We visit at least one trail for a hike each week, sometimes one every day, when the weather is nice.
It's amazing to me how we can just disappear into the woods, for hours at a time.
T and I took our first walk just a few days after we returned from Athens.
I remember sighing to myself and saying, "This. This is what I missed the most."
Sometimes our hikers need a little pep talk, but usually we have willing participants.
I love watching T follow in M's strides.
M is usually yards ahead of the rest of us, scoping out the best sticks with which to hit things.
Or spotting a new bird in the branches above.
Or just being still.
(T kept asking, "Me in a picture?" How can I refuse that face?)