December 9, 2011
This begs the question, but my boyhood was resplendent with Sunday afternoons and days off from farm work hiking with a buddy into 46 acres of wooded hilltops near our little town, fishing in the creek, building lean-to's and, of course, loving the sounds and sights of birds, three kinds of which I barely here anymore when I return to Iowa -- brown thrashers, bobolinks, and the high-in-the-trees warblers and such we could hear but rarely glimpse. So getting back to nature with friends makes me feel like nothing has changed from the "good-old-days."
Not yet, but I don't complain about Portland weather, which is always mild like the welcomed warmer late March spring days in the Midwest. I'll understudy Portland folks and build my outdoors wardrobe accordingly.
I'm a Midwesterner just settled in an apartment where I'm lucky to have a visit from one song sparrow and the occasional flocks of bush tits checking out the shrubs by my bay window.
I like the idea and suspect I am a little out of the age range but not for socializing and hiking if we want interesting folks with engaging personalities, and of course we do.