Broken Stuff
It seems like the last couple weeks is about broken stuff. Angie was rear ended on her way to work. The car is broken, she was injured and seems to be largely on the mend. The refrigerator decided to croak at the same time too.
Here is a photo journal of my new commute. Every other day I catch a ride from a neighbor. He lives 2 miles away through the woods. I drive my jeep through my property to the edge of it. I get out of the jeep, walf about a hundred feet to the county park trail. I then walk about a mile through the trails to my waiting ride. It is different and good.





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