We spent yet another afternoon rambling around in the woods.
We drove part of the way up a rough rutted log road to the back side of our property, then we hiked, tripped, slipped and slid through a gap in the cliff and around the base of it for a purty good piece.
Two things: leaves are almost as slippery as ice.
And I felt every extra pound when hauling arse up and down the hillsides.
Too many good meals, Lisa!
Three things, actually: 80 degrees in November is pretty hot for a strenuous hike!
But the views, the smell of leaves, and the challenge of trying to orientate ourselves with home from the meandering cliff line all made for an entertaining afternoon. So did good company.
Of course we worked up a good appetite, so for supper I fried hoecakes to eat with leftover soup beans cooked with a chunk of pork, greens, and hominy with a sprinkle of chopped green onions over all and the bright garnish of a beet pickle on the side.
We are hillbillies, I told my hubby on the way back over the mountain. He didn't argue with me.
We're pretty proud of it. And thankful too.
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