Earlier in the week, the big furry girls and I hopped in the van – okay, so Shasta hopped, Bailey clambered and I climbed – and drove up this road through patches of heavy fog and patches of sunshine
We walked awhile, the girls gathering a great deal of information, me breathing deeply in the frosty air and luxuriating in being out there in it, until the my nose glowed red and Bailey began to slow down.
We had had enough for that day, and headed home via another road. And then – one more stop, an impulse I’m happy I gave in to. But, you’ll have to wait till another day for that story. Don’t you hate being left hanging?
To be continued . . . .