There's a mock motivational poster in the above photo somewhere, but in my current funk the caption eludes me. Nothing's wrong, mind you - just a week when the words won't come. It happens. When it does, I loiter and brood 'til the angst builds up until eventually I sate my need to communicate with a java-induced internment in my upper lair. What I've learned NOT to do is fret too much about my missing mojo, for as soon as I grow convinced I'll live the rest of my life as a shackled mime, I'll start fingering couplets of dust on the coffee table again. (My wife HATES when I do that.) So, while I stare at the wallpaper for clues to my next narrative, take a couple of minutes and watch this travelogue on Falls Lake State Park. It's just one of thirty-nine such havens of nature in the great state of North Carolina and I'm always happy to explore their leafy cathedrals - even if it does mean humpin' my gear up six stories of rickety wooden stairway. It's probably the only corporate ladder I'll ever climb...
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