Corbett's Glen

Between Little League, riding bikes, sewing patches on a Karate uniform, reading, drawing and playing hockey, basketball, soccer, kickball and catch, the boys and I took a long walk down a wooded, dirt trail after church on Sunday. We climbed up steep inclines, made our way down a thin path at the crest of a sandy hill, found short cuts through clearings, and located little purple berries in the underbrush. We finally wound up wading in the cold waters of Allen’s Creek, throwing leaves off a wooden bridge and watching the rush of the waterfalls.

Son #2: “Can we go home now? I want to be outside.”