My Ultimate Forest Loving Guy
I felt like a dwarf as I skipped through this forest.
Though there was a path, the trees were intimidating.
Nothing we find in the Midwest.
Pine, fir, red cedar, spruce, adler, mountain hemlock.
My partner was skipping between the trees
The moss and violets here are marvelous! He yelled.
He was taking photographs of everything.
I rarely see him this excited unless we are traveling.
We are in the stomach of Olympic National Forest.
Tucked in the northeast corner of Washington State.
The lush forests has everything nature lovers would want.
My partner will be here for at least six more hours.
I take out my I-pad, sit on a rock and begin to read.
I might have the entire novel finished when he is ready.
He is my ultimate forest-loving guy.
I would not want him to be any other way.
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