Ellemental

On Saturday, the VIM and I spent the afternoon tramping through the woods at a nearby state game lands.


These game lands happened to be on top of a mountain (mountain in PA = big hill in most other states.) We drove up then walked, following the powerlines, to the edge of the top – a steep drop off with nothing but rolling hills of changing leaves below us.


In the distance, a good 25 miles away, I could see the little valley where my home is, and had such a stab of wistful nostalgia that I can’t even describe it. I live in a beautiful area of the world.

After the hike, we ate the best damned brisket ever, then did our own thing for a half hour or so. I decided to take pictures of the burning candles.


The VIM, in his neverending quest to drive me insane took the opportunity to teach himself “Georgie Girl” on the guitar so he could serenade me over and over and over later in the evening because I happened to mention earlier that I DESPISE that song.

He’s a prince, that VIM of mine.

And if you’re interested, I added the weekend pics to Flickr. Go. Look. Be very very jealous.