As we slushed our way down Hidden Creek trail, I told Aaron I liked that it had a loop so I could see different things along the way and he said it didn’t matter because even when you’re retracing your steps, it’s still a different view. Sure enough, this is what we saw on the way in
and this is what we saw on the way out
Same steps, different perspective, and I start to feel all warm and allegorical inside. That trail was like our life! We lived in Alaska in 2003-2005, and came back. We own a home, that we may need to return to one day, in Tallahassee, FL. We’ve retraced a lot of steps, especially if you count Canada. When we’re always trying to pay off a move or always trying not to offend the landlords’ aesthetic sensibilities with too many fishing poles on the front porch, it can feel like the second verse is the same as the first around here. But even though we’ve been here before, it looks different, and so it is.
Here’s some of what it looks like:
Clara hangs out with her friend Anna at Soldotna Creek Park.
She peeks over Daddy’s sling on the trail.
Family time in mountainous regions.
Play hard, bathe hard.
Pretty girl in the bathtub.
The combed look.
A mom and her girl.
Show the camera where your nose is.
Going to walk. Any day now.