The Best Adventures Begin Where The Blacktop Ends

The summer days of my youth seemed to go on forever, as did the adventures.

A boy and his dog, a road less traveled. It could lead to a creek, a lake, a forest, a fort, an abandoned farm, an open meadow.  Snakes and critters, your best friend’s house, that nice lady’s ranch, hawks by day, fireflies in the eve.

Bring on summer....