At the end of the path is where you can find what your looking for. But which path will you take and will it be used.

An island holds many secrets, but what it doesn’t tell you is waiting for you there.

We were camping early season on Lower Saranac Lake and there wasn’t sound to be herd until two loud booms a sliding noise and then a splash.  Wondering what was near we returned fire.

Waiting for the wind, a fast approaching knot has harbored anxiety.

or just starting?