Where some might look at a tree and see only its knots, others will see only its perfection.
Maybe the light was just right? Maybe I was looking in the right direction?
Who knows? I’m not going to get all mystical on you.
But…I can tell you this. It isn’t the first time I’ve found something magical at Standing Indian.
What sort of surprises have you found along your path?
See ya’ on the trail,