It sounds rather ominous, but what adventurous person could see "Devil's Millhopper" on a map and NOT want to go see it?
Descent to Devil’s Millhopper
Photo Rebel of Gettysburg
I took hundreds of photos. Some turned out amazing. Some ended up being blurry. But I enjoyed snapping each and every one.
Biscuits and Bullets
The cellar isn't to incredibly creepy... Even with the corpse of Jennie Wade laying in the corner.
Getting to Gettysburg
It looked like someone had eaten a bucket of fried chicken on the hotel beds. With the covers pulling double duty as both picnic blanket and napkin.
Cape Coral Courage
Whenever I find myself near an old fort, battle field, or memorial. I inevitably feel myself drawn towards it. Even if I didn't know it was there, until I stumbled onto it.
Love’n Leone’s Pizzeria
As fibrosis advances, the more of a workout eating becomes. But what comes out of those pizza ovens is just what New York style pizza should be.
Southwestway Park Solitude
Growing up I simply assumed it was just home to a local softball league. Never learning differently until I started looking for places to hike.
Eagle Creek Endeavor
Lets be truthful... Sometimes we (PF patients) are technically capable, but feel to drained to push ourselves. I've struggled with this too.
Marching through the Marsh
When Marin and I stumbled across one rather large gator... sun bathing next to the path. We had to patiently wait for him to decide it was time to move along.
Freedom Park Frolic
Marin just wanted to smell all the smells and walk, walk, walk. My nose wasn't powerful enough to pick up on any odors of note. But she seemed to find enjoyable scents all over.
Borrowed Breaths 