Sunday, April 20, 2008




We headed back to the big mountain late Sunday morning, with the girls to keep us company.
After all we could do, after miles logged and a few more afoot, we couldn't find another turkey. But no matter, we had a fine time looking around and smelling the scents as spring breaks upon the Boulder.

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