A night hike on our trails sounded like a fun idea to me; and after a surprised chuckle at my suggestion, Mike agreed. With flashlights in 24° weather, we set out to see what we could find. Frozen ground crunched underfoot, and we admired a bright crescent moon and hundreds of stars through the outstretched arms of tall, silhouetted trees. We wondered about a house we saw in the distance still outlined in colorful Christmas lights at the end of February. We joked about whether or not Boris (the huge-and-I-mean-huge spider that lives in a crack on the trunk of a certain Beech) would survive the winter — and we kind of hoped not. Our fingers froze. Thrilled with the whole experience, we walked back home where a warm, cozy fire awaited.
I praise you, Lord, for our night hike — frozen fingers and all!
Sounds like a wonderful night time hike. I love the mystery the photo provides and hope for your sake that Boris didn't have any friends coming over to visit. One huge spider is enough. Where we used to live we would get them the size of my hand :(
