The Morning Porch

October 4, 2009 by Dave Bonta

[Gone camping in the Adirondacks. Back in five or six days.]

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Caroline

October 4, 2009 at 12:06 pm

Lucky you! I grew up in the Adirondacks, I miss the fall colors here in South Dakota.
Hope you had a wonderful trip.

Maybe some Morning Porch from an Adirondack lean-to?
Dave Bonta

October 10, 2009 at 11:36 am

Hi! It was the peak of fall color there — very beautiful. (Don’t own a laptop or a mobile device, though, so no blogging from camp. Sorry.)

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