Teller Tales
“By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, “There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
15 May 2024 Teller Farm South Somewhere in a small patch of farmland, in the eastern wilds of Boulder County, a quintet of mostly fearless adventurers embarked on an adventure. The fivesome (C, R, Fortran, S, and D) assembled the prairie schooner and headed down the trail.
First stop, a rather murky Teller Lake. The presence of various fisher-folk along the banks suggested this pond might be good for fish.
Then back to the trail, Some dappled horses in the distance. Scents of lilac and honey. A desert stink beetle, providing some yin to the lilac’s yang.
Eventually the group turned around and headed back to the parking lot. Plenty of scenery to be had, a mild breeze, thunder in the distance. Everyone was a little tired, a little hungry.
But that’s the way it should be.
All in all, another successful BNO.