Who Can Get Enough of the Goats?

Paris in the Pines

So, whilst I suffered to recall just how many millimeters do make a mile, my good friends were breaking for breakfast before a crispy fire sipping fresh brew and snacking on baked apples, so I’m told. Ted took Sharon, Chris and Joan dancing through his memories of a recent trip to Paris, with his lovely wife Catherine. I’m certain they were thinking of me as they poured the second cup and decided not to go for the Zion Loop but instead descend by the waterfall. And I am assured that a fragrant sprig of sage was gently lifted toward the sky in a ceremony to send the math Gods my way.