Sights along the way to Chet's cliff:
The long, flyspecked face of a curious horse. Horses, their warm sweet breath, hot close hair, their sweaty scent, their kind eyes, always a comfort to me. They seem to like people. I wonder why that would be; like cattle, they don't have to be kind to us, but they are.
The incredible beauty that surrounds us. How is it that we get to drive down roads like these? Could a place be more beautiful than this township road in late October?
How I miss the fiery sugar maples. There are not enough of them to go around. I must visit this one now that it's bare, just to remember.
Chet listens for a squirtle in the leaves behind him. He's in fine form just a week after his accident. Heck, he was fine a minute afterward.
A languid tussock moth caterpillar polishes off a raspberry leaf.
As we prepare to leave, Chet's angel smiles softly.