After returning to Stroudsburg’s record store to pick up a few more albums, I headed out to Bushkill Falls for a short, easy afternoon hike.  I couldn’t have asked for a nicer weekend in the Poconos: the leaves were lime and just-now amber and golden, the light filtered and luminous in that distinct October way.  The wooden walkways that criss-cross the falls and hillsides made me feel like I was in a northeastern Swiss Family Robinson (which was my brother’s and my favorite film as kids).

This was a walk of talking and taking stock of next steps and future adventures, and then stopping and standing stock-still because — how beautiful.


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