From this moment on.

Three.

Three years ago, I did something I thought I would never do. I put on a big, white dress, walked down an aisle and got married. Why never? I really thought I wouldn't find anyone cool enough to bother with. Then I met Punky.

We loaded up our hiking gear into the truck this morning. Nuschler was so excited to see my boots, my pack, water bottles, treats. He was spinning around the kitchen (insert mental picture of giant dog spinning in smallish kitchen). We went for a late breakfast at the Rustic Inn Cafe, one of our favorites, and then to Gooseberry. It was fantastically quiet there, so someone, I won't mention any names, got to run free and roll around in all sorts of foul-smelling things. We played in the stream above the upper falls.

We ate blizzards on the way home and stopped at Russ Kendall's for some smoked fish. Then home to open presents.

Lovely.