Last weekend. First of three RMNP trips in six weeks. Five-mile backpacking trip to a lake on top of a mountain with a white sand beach, a great campsite and at least two moose.
Video: perfect water bowl reflection
Audio: neurotic dog pushing her food around with her nose
Two years, six days. The last time I ran on terra firma. Today, a mile. Just one. But that's one more than two years of yesterdays. So that's cool.
I love babies.
Went to check on the robin's eggs this morning, but tiny aliens ate them overnight.
The fuzzy thing at the podium is my kid giving her school's commencement speech. And it was amazing. Like her. (On a personal note, it means I batted 1.000 at having kids who gave commencement speeches, and I await my nomination into the Parenting Hall of Fame.)
Getting old is bullshit.
In case anyone needed a laugh.
Two parts bird murderer. One part snuggle monster.
America, y'all. Go see it.
Looking for fish. Didn't spot any. But I can't say I didn't find shit. It just happened to belong to a moose.