I know these woods. I think I know them anyway, but I’m sure I hardly do at all. I took this shot from the road at the far western end of Roundrock. From here you could walk a half mile and still be on my property. You might have to swim some of that half mile though, because somewhere in there you would come upon the lake.
Too much time has passed since I was last out at my woods. Life intrudes. Promises require keeping. Travel to distant lands. Miles to run. Bills to pay. Life to live.
But the stars are aligning, and it looks as though I’ll be able to visit my little bit of forest on the edge of the Missouri Ozarks this coming weekend. There will be swimming and campfires and maybe some chores. Or just basking in the sun and sheltering in the shade and picking ticks off of dogs and other mammals. Sleeping to the sounds of the night forest. Waking before dawn to spot the wild things on the prowl. And all of it. I need to be there.