We found a piano

in the woods.

I do not know any of the answers.

We take the bicycle to buy vegetables and eggs at L’Abri Végétal.

At the edge of their property is an historic covered bridge.

Under the bridge is water.

At the edge of the water is mud.

In mud lies

happiness.

Under new management, Camp Val-Esterie, a previously profitable outdoors camp, went bankrupt a few years ago,

leaving behind, amongst other things, the best playground in town.

Real see-saws.

Metal slides.

Tall swings.

Used tires.

Wood climbing structures.

The best.

According to me.

It is perhaps because it all reminds me so much of my childhood

that photographing it in color seems wrong.

If only Akiva’s boots were not so blatantly patterned, one might question the year.

This playground is, by far, not the newest.

That award would go to the

skate-park-louge-obstacle-course-tennis-court-ice-rink-pavillion-playground

located in the center of town.

This 400-acre property,

with its out-door obstacle games, rivers, trails, magnificent building, and outbuildings,

and not to mention the coolest playground in town,

is for sale for a mere half-million. However, it is not for development.

It is for sale to be run as a non-profit education center.

The quality of light is poor, but the quality of children is superb.

Minimal rust. Low mileage.

Kids not included.

We ended up getting $500.