such a sweet lumberjack

A few of my readers may recall that when I was 16 I twisted my ankle pretty bad at church camp and it's never been quite the same since. Well darn if I didn't roll that same ankle (twice) yesterday while hiking down from Chimney Pond, where we spent our workweek replacing a bridge on the trail.

"Meghan, just take off your pack for a minute...Does that feel better?"

I smiled. "Yeah."

The first time I wouldn't let him take it, but I couldn't say no again. Ned swung my pack up right over his head like it weighed five pounds.

"You ready? Let's go."

I smiled at him. I didn't much mind feeling like a spoiled princess, I guess.

"Such a sweet lumberjack."

I skipped lightly from rock to rock behind him all the way down, feeling like the luckiest girl in all of Baxter.