Tree House

Back to My Adventure

Missed the 1st part of this story? Read my last post here. “The greatest oak was once a little nut who held its ground.” ~ Author unknown The tree-house man led me to an Indiana Jones style hanging bridge, constructed of ropes and wooden slats, which spanned a tree-filled valley far below, and connected the…

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An Adventure

“A head full of fears has no space for dreams” ~ Author unknown Today, burned out on writing, I looked away from my monitor, through the living room window of my fiancé Barry’s and my old redwood home at a rainbow arcing across the sky north of Honolulu. A steep mountain street beckoned me. I often…

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