You got heart / you got my soul. You got the silver / you got the gold.
With sincerest admiration,
LD (with a little help from the Stones)
If leaving a note tacked to a tree wasn't technically considered littering or some weird form of nature cannibalism, I'd have left my regards with Holcomb Valley this weekend. And what would you know - I didn't even need to enlist the help of furry thumb-having friends to go to work on my tent. A couple of nice guys will do the trick, though once I realized just how similar tent-building and soft box finagling are, I felt a bit silly.
For whatever harebrained reason, I forgot how much I love the woods, being outdoors, camping...the whole thing. Despite the fact that I was absolutely fuh-reezing both nights and didn't sleep a wink (time to upgrade the mummy bag, REI), waking up (or, you know, not waking up) to snow on the ground on Saturday morning made me completely ecstatic. Snow! On the ground! In California!
Oh, California. I love you. And you too, trees. And snow? Snow, I love you the most.
Middle photo: That's my signature canteen cocktail I'm swilling. More on that in a future post.
There's my little tent in the foreground.
I love this photo of Jody and Dave too much for words, even a thousand of them.
Stripes triplets. Posey, if you'd have been there you could've been the quad.
And really, what's a camping trip without Pucci-esque briefs and a matching belt?
Freezing. Freezing cold water.