Today marks the second anniversary of my moving to Hooterville.
What better way to celebrate the occasion than a walk with my sister and Schatzi on the headlands of the Village?
Come on, let’s go!
Here’s the Village. If it weren’t for the cars, it could be the 1800s:
Here you can see the remains of a dock. Because of the rocky shoreline, loggers and visitors had to basically zipline from the ship to the shore, standing on a tiny wooden platform. I’ve seen pictures of Victorian ladies doing it with an air of surprising insouciance.
Schatzi wasn’t quite as interested in the view as I was:
I tried to capture how her brindle looked like the fall grasses in the sunlight. Also her beautiful smile:
I feel so lucky to live somewhere so beautiful:
And to share my life with such wonderful family, friends, dogs, and cats.