Each day that it isn’t raining, we venture out to one of the local trails to walk. We are trying to build our stamina, reduce our weight, and improve our fitness between appointments still trying to figure out why hubby is having some medical issues, including fatigue. Most days we walk on the Huckleberry Trail, an asphalted walking and biking trail on an old railroad grade. It is a bit more than 7 miles long between Blacksburg and Christiansburg. There are several places to enter the trail and we pick different ones, walking about 2 1/2 to a bit more than 3 miles, sometimes briskly, sometimes with less vigor if one or the other of us is not up to speed, so to speak.
There are a few other places to walk as well, and today we took a different path, a path mostly in the shade along the river.
Flowers, fungi, the calming sound of the water. Yesterday we pushed too hard and today we took it easy.
The fall is coming on, the leaves beginning to change, the flowers inviting the last butterflies of the season.
And producing beautiful sunsets.
We have had first my car in the shop this week, and now Jim’s, but tomorrow we will leave the house chores and animal duties to the kids and take a weekend away since our cruise fell apart. This weekend is the Shenandoah Valley Fiber Festival and I have wanted to visit it for years, but it conflicts with one of the fiber retreats that I generally attend. It was not on my schedule this year, again because we were supposed to have just gotten home from our cruise, instead I will finally get to go to the festival.