Just in time for the weekend, we got about seven and still counting inches of snow dumped on us....made for a nice outing.
Didn't take a ton of pics due to having to remove gloves to operate the phone, but here are some.
Also, Levi was dead set on killing me this trip. How, you ask?
Well, as I am careening and sliding uncontrollably down a ridiculously steep and icy hill screaming at octaves far beyond what I am sure is considered safe for macho, he is convinced I'm trying to play and proceeded to bite the ankles of my pants.
He was wrong in his conviction.
Upon removing my person from the snow drift, I find a staff and commence trekking downward.
Levi spies said staff and thinks: Oh look. Stick.
Bite. Trip. Scream. Splat.
I laid there a while this time as fuzzhead runs merrily of with my staff and figure that heck, I'm almost to the bottom.
Regaining my footing, I gingerly creep forward. Several steps forward, I hear Levi's collar jangling behind me as he runs to pass me on the trail.
I think nothing of it until he is probably five feet behind me, then I remember the five foot stick on the two foot deerpath.
I crawled the rest of the way to the bottom after that time.
sent from my dumb phone.