We were relaxing by the fire when I decided to rest my weary leg on the rim of the fire pit. I felt my shoe sticking to the metal.....I can't believe it! I melted my shoe down to the core.
Later that evening we drove up to Hurricane Ridge. It was cloudy and foggy until we reached the top.
While Claudia was visiting us she saw a chip monk in the fire pit (not lit) licking on the stick from the fudge
bar Joe threw in there.
What beautiful pictures! I am envious, and now am inspired to maybe creep out of my little shell and take a trip abroad - i.e., a ferry ride across our local waters.
ReplyDeleteYou should go while your legs are strong and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMy blog is out of order...Oh well.