For Early Risers Who Wish That It Could Be Morning All Day
I saw this at the grocery store today. It supports my general theory of pickup truck drivers (sorry, my many pickup truck friends).
This photo will go in my “What Could Possibly Go Wrong” file.
If this load somehow makes it to its destination, the recipient better have one big wood splitter!
We took advantage of a picture perfect day to hike the Wildhorse Island loop. This “wild,” undeveloped state park is a mere 2-miles from where we park our boat. It has the distinction of being the largest freshwater island west of Lake Superior’s Isle Royale.
Despite its name, only a handful of wild horses reside there. But, it does host over one hundred bighorn sheep.
A seagull’s view of Flathead Lake.
The girls in our family have adopted water sports. Perhaps the downhill-mountain-biking boys would do well to reconsider their chosen mode of sports transport.
I have been relegated to a downhill-mountain-bike shuttle chauffeur and aerial videographer for my son and grandson. I drive them to the top of the mountain behind our house and they roll all the way down, a 4,000′ vertical drop. They tell me its tiring, yet it’s all downhill. Go figure.
I think I raised my son to be too soft and he, in turn, raised his son to be too soft. When I used to mountain bike, I went uphill and downhill. No shuttles back then. It’s just like when I used to have to walk 10-miles to and from school (uphill both ways!).
Anyway, the pay for my services sucks, but I’m still hoping these punks will tip well.
A guy can dream can’t he?
Blessed smoke-free air and a light breeze make for perfect kayaking conditions.
