We (he) spread some top soil.
Planted some trees.
Played in the dirt.
Took down yet another trophy.
Packed it out.
In the rain and mud.
Still hurting.
But let me tell you about this hike.
We got tired. Very tired.
Then on one of the last steep, tiring hills, my husband started quoting Homer Simpson.
"No I can't. Yes you can. No I can't. Yes you can. Oh shut up. No you shut up."
He's funny.
I'm not sure I would have made it out without him.
(I know I wouldn't have. I would have gotten lost.)
But let me tell you about this hike.
We got tired. Very tired.
Then on one of the last steep, tiring hills, my husband started quoting Homer Simpson.
"No I can't. Yes you can. No I can't. Yes you can. Oh shut up. No you shut up."
He's funny.
I'm not sure I would have made it out without him.
(I know I wouldn't have. I would have gotten lost.)
More meat to freeze.
Trying to keep our newly planted trees alive.
Laughed at sisters blog about summer meeting fall. Snow in the mountains.
We are the mountains.
Summer meets winter in the mountains.
Snowed all day yesterday.
And all night.
Rogan loves the snow.




