release the hounds!

we worship at a wonderful little episcopal church, nestled in the blue-blooded, ligonier countryside. the drive to church is beautiful no matter what season, but it's also a little odd to drive past all the horses, gated hunting land, and i kid you not, a private polo tower. this afternoon on our way home, dylan and i had to slow our roll for a giant beagle crossing! seems someone was training a slew of thirty to forty dogs to sniff out the trail for upcoming fox hunts. where the heck do i live?