A storm convinced us to stay put for an extra day. During a break in the storm, I took a walk and met these two girls on the trail.
At Chehalis it’s clear, they have the right of way.
They weren’t shy about insisting on their rights.
They crossed right in front of me.
The oldest one first, the youngest second. They weren’t in a hurry.
Possibly conscious of the speed limit sign which was posted on the opposite side of the road.
I had to move on.
It was all rocks from then forward.
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When I returned to the motor home, Jim was arranging his reading material.
He reads one author at a time. Cuts masking tape squares and numbers them in the order to be read. What can I say? An engineer.
Que Sera, Sera... Whatever Will Be, Will Be... 