We have this place, not far from our home, that we find ourselves escaping to on many summer Sunday evenings.
It's a short four wheeler ride away; across the road, through the field, down the logging road, over the creek, through the forest to another field, around the hay field, down through the forest, to the opening, up and down the dune, to our marsh.
It's quite lovely, i dare say.
It's peaceful and private. It's the home to a beaver family, who are always sure to say hi and keep a safe distance from their den.
We either go with dessert and beverages in tow, or a full steak dinner.
Sometimes we just hop on the wheeler and go with a sweatshirt and a desire to get out. To leave this everyday life and listen to the silence of the earth.
As we head home, he still keeps up, racing us through the fields and forests. Taking a break at the stream to chase some fish, grab a drink and look at us with his deep yellow eyes. Thanking us for this adventure.
When we get home we are more relaxed, more settled and grateful for this beautiful land we live on.






















































