I love rural church buildings. This one is a "Global Methodist" church. What's that? It's the new splinter sect that broke away from the mainstream United Methodists a few years ago because the UMC finally began welcoming openly gay people. Which is to say, I'd snoop around this church when there's no one about, but I have no interest in hearing anything that's said inside on a Sunday morning.
The vibrant colors of October were just starting to fade when I decided to hold a grudge match with Endeburn Hill in Clear Creek State Forest. I nabbed it this time.
Another beautiful day to be in the forests of the North Country.
The summit of Endeburn Hill is a bit...anticlimactic. But I knew it would be.
My mother in Ohio is doing her "fall hospital tour," as my sister calls it. So I had to do a little parental babysitting at my place up North. My father really likes it there; the house is in the countryside very close to where his mother grew up--and had a pet skunk. Is it true that death's approach makes us all turn toward whatever home we've known in this world?
We had a get-together with my aunt--my father's sister--and uncle and my one remaining cousin. It was poorly attended, but I hadn't seen these relatives in close to 20 years, so it was time.
The teaberries--or wintergreen--were abundant on the summit, and very minty. The leaves were soaked for a week and used as an ersatz tea during the American Revolution--when the British blocked all the ships coming in from the Caribbean with real tea.
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