This is not the first time I’ve come to you.
I fell in love on our first acquaintance.
You offered a gentle climbing valley full of wildflowers as my dog and I hiked the CT.
A sight of a family of at least three generations, camping with their horses.
I came back here twice before this time.
Once on an early spring hike, another to fulfill a day dream of running through the valley, late spring.
There’s something enchanting about your pine trees. Seen from afar, they appear to go on for miles and miles. Inside, hold secrets.
Your creeks, a gentle murmur. What are you saying? To you, I whisper quiet love songs.
(I wonder what tomorrow will bring?)
Pictures: Pacer during our first trip to Lost Creek wilderness, backpacking the CT. Me overlooking the forest, 3rd trip. And finally, pictures of our final time, already lost, before our encounter with a moose.