Blegh. 77° inside my house, and that's with the little window AC chugging away.
And my dog is insisting on laying on me
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Blegh. 77° inside my house, and that's with the little window AC chugging away.
And my dog is insisting on laying on me
I didn't know if Dixie would make the trek to the secret swimming hole we found last year.
She still hiked with me several miles a day, but this was the first trip where she sometimes elected to stay behind at camp and nap.
Despite the glucosamine and the vitamins and the fact that she'll be the first dog to live forever, my love is old. It's a sharp climb, and then a bit of a scramble to get down the gulch.
But she did it. Placidly, step by step, tail wagging, Dixie made the riverbed by my side.
Dixie doesn't do water-- like Ken, her job is Beach.
She found a nice mossy shelf in the rock face to keep watch from while I poked around in the (cold!) waters and spied on the river trout.
But eventually she came bouldering along behind me, expecting praise and treats for her (not so) nimble (and frankly alarming) footwork.
Cracked me up because Ma'am, no one asked you to do that. You're old! Your middle name is Grace! Please, get down before you fall in the river.
(But you know she did get all the cookies 🦴🦴)
🎵 When you're the best of friends 🎶
you should care about kids because they’re people, btw. not because they’re “future adults” but because they are people right now and they deserve to be treated like people.
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Belated birthday hike~
Oyster Hoagies and the sweetest strawberries from the Skagit Fish Market, and then on to Rasar State Park
The park had a jam-packed campsite with people blasting music, excellent fungi, kids careening around trails on their bikes, and some of the softest sand I've ever felt for a beach on a river.
Dixie gives the sand an 11/10⭐
Way too busy for us to want to camp here, but we may come back again to check out the foliage in the fall when the crowds die down a little 🍁
^^ Featuring the most absurdly large maple tree.
surprisingly forward-thinking of jim henson and co. to make a female character in the 70's that's allowed to be loud-mouthed and violent and kind of overwhelmingly romantic and even a huge bitch at times and not have a moment where any character asks her to change
going through all the muppet movies in a row made me realize that like. miss piggy was made in the 70's. and it's so rare even today to have a character like her. she's loud, she's selfish, she's funny, she's extremely vain, she's obsessed with romance, she's violent, she's kind of annoying, and there's not a single moment in any of these films where she's asked to tone down any of these personality traits. i am not joking when i say that miss piggy might be one of the best treated female characters ever written
you might be on to something, I've never heard Miss Piggy being called problematic either
~Lazy camp days~
This was the first year camping since Lily passed. I brought a little sachet of her ashes, so Nin could be spread in her happy place.
Forest ranger was making the rounds; we had a bear in camp again, and this one wasn't scaring easy. We're about 50/50 for whether they're active in the campgrounds on any given year. Usually it's young ones, and they mostly stick to the berry bushes and the path by the water pump. It's fine as long as you store your food properly.
Mid spiel the ranger goes 🤨😀😃 How do you have a cat here?? Can I pet it? 🥺❤️
Turns out we only packed jalapeno cheddar hotdogs, (whoops). Luckily, I had trade partners in the group campers we've ran into the last three years. Swapped them a couple bougie hotdogs for plain so that Dixie could have her traditional dog.
The big group also had children with them this year, and Dixie loves the littles. Every time we passed their site for a hike or they passed ours for water, the kids were all over her. The toddler was especially fun, he'd fall over and biff it mid story, then pop straight back up and just keep right on talking. First thing he told me-- I'm Henry! I like moths and roly polies.
Me too kid, me too. We're gonna be friends.
Bonus: new toys for the trip, because traveling with animals is a lot like traveling with kids. Jiminy's were little catnip ketchup and mustards.
Everything I’ve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It
Artist: David Altmejd
how it all feels lately
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
absolutely obsessed with these tags
Alligator lizards and garter snakes galore!
Vanilla leaf is such a cool native herb, this is the first time I've seen it in the forest. The leaves remind me of the fringe on ceratopsians.
This is an anti-despair checkpoint! You must share something you're looking forward to before scrolling on.
The clouds crept low and clung to the sides of the mountain. It rained the whole night through, drenching everything.
The next day, campers had their things drip drying everywhere you looked-- spread out across the hoods of cars and draped over tree branches.
The smart ones had tucked their chairs away underneath picnic tables before bed, so they at least had a dry place to sit.
(We were not smart.)
Jim: Actually, I'm good in the tent...
Dixie: You pack the bags, I'll start the car!