The Devil's Hopyard.
There is a Devil, apparently, and he has a hop yard. Which is weird and confusing. I prefer to refer to it as the Devil's Hopbucket because buckets are better than yards.
See? Better than a hopyard.
I mean, I love a hopyard . . .
. . . but I love a hopbucket better.
We climbed down in there and let the water wash over us . . .
. . . metaphorically speaking.
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Don't you just love a water fall . . .
. . . and tweaked photography . . .
. . . and a forest . . .
. . . and a hopbucketyard?
It was lovely and peaceful and wonderful and we hiked up and up and up until we got . . .
. . . to the Top . . .
. . . the Top of the World.
We took a wrong trail going down -- who gets lost going down? -- but found a lovely riverside trail and thought about life and death and smelled the world and were one with it . . .
. . . and found evidence of similar citizens having had a similar experience . . .
. . . the Universe was rooting for us that day.
2 comments:
Lovely photos, i especially love the B & E, so presh!! I didn't the devils bucket just as confusing as his yard, I don't understand any of it but its awfully grand. As are you! See you soon, schnookums.
Xo
Jacquie
Should say "I find the devil's bucket..." geez
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