playing at the creek

Where we lay on the road, Don climbs the steep bank to pick blue berries.
I climb up too and then disappear into the thick foliage of bushes and ferns underneath the humongous spruces. I climb over logs, duck through the alders and elders, descending into the dephts, stepping into holes, or balancing on fallen trees.
Finally i come to the creek!
Where i play.
And pick some berries too
(see my berry blog)