As I was going out the door

John said “Go off trail” and

Banks and I did just that

We forded the stream- our feet wet

Discovering the lake behind the known lake

Eating our food and having a sip of water

We moved on

Banks bouncing across the bog

Feet black like a fox

But when we entered the brambles

Banks made the call to turn back

And I agreed.

Sometimes it’s best to listen to our friends.

True comradery – we two.