I’ve always thought walking sticks were just The Bomb. Something so earthy about them. So when I spotted a collection there against the wall at Bug Outfitters (which just happens to be my favorite West/Columbia shop), I cannot lie: My heart did a little envy dance.
(If you haven’t made your way to Bug Outfitters, you really need to do so. BUG stands for Barely Used Gear, a brilliant outdoor gear consignment concept by my dear friend and the shop’s proprietor, Jay Coles.)
Jay also happens to be a very fine gift giver. I was on the receiving end this year, and guess what? My very own Bug Outfitters walking stick, complete with a custom Jay Coles fashioned handgrip.
What’s that there you say, hanging from the cord?
A most perfect, most thoughtful, and—I believe—most magical bird feather.
We shall soon be off, my friend Jay and I, in search of the new Eagle nest. He swears it is deep in the woods behind his house, just off Bickley’s Pond. I will take my camera—the one with the big lens, yes. And my walking stick.
Grand adventures await. Of that, I am sure.
30 Days of Joy