Yard Route

Broke camp under the porch step and charged straight into the morning yard! Fresh turf everywhere. Right at the edge of the brick border, a giant brown oak leaf blocked the direct lane like an offensive tackle. Down, set, hike! Kept the ball clamped under my right arm. Extended my left palm flat out. Shoved hard against the dry leaf stem. Crack! It swung aside, clearing an open path right along the mossy soil line. First down secured!