Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispĂ©d and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

USMC Mud Run

Received an invitation to participate in what will be my third USMC Mud Run this May!
You bet I'm going!

This fellow did an awesome job shooting some of the obstacles in this 6 1/2 mile course. Enjoy!

Popular posts from this blog

Rock Me, Epictetus!

The Smooth-flowing Life