I’ve made mention before that my husband (and I, to some extent) have walked so much around the perimeter of the property on which we live that it looks like a trail has been carved. Check out the 3rd photo in [this post] to see what I mean.
Since we moved here in October 2008, he has walked nearly every single day. He walks in the snow, in the rain, in the fog, and in the cold. He has walked and George has followed.
Or George had a bit of a lie down and waited for him.
Last fall, I began to notice that the original trail had some branching off at certain points. And at times, I’d see him off what he called ‘the outer loop’ and walking through the property or down the fence rail.
Today I took the hiking poles, called for George and out we went along the regular route I follow, counting the number of times I go around. Or stopping when my foot hurts so much I can’t do it anymore.
I noticed that he was out picking up branches and was surprised when he showed up at one of the little intersections of the outer loop. And well, here’s the conversation.
ME: Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there.
HIM: Why don’t you try the inner loop today?
ME: The what?
HIM: The inner loop trail. You’re on the outer loop. You take the outer loop every single day but you never try the inner one.
ME: I didn’t know it was an actual loop.
HIM: Try it. it will be different. It starts right here.
And the tour guide was right. It was different, taking me right past the front of the property with different views. It just added something a little different.
And when I got home, I took the photos you see on this post, using the macro lens.
Oh, hello pup. You look handsome today. He looks like he’s saying thanks, doesn’t he?
See you tomorrow, my friends . . .