Bob and I took a sweet hike on Sunday. I never would have gone on hikes if it weren’t for Bob. He loves nature and this is one thing he taught me to appreciate. Still haven’t gotten the camping thing down yet. Oy! I pretty much hate camping. Of course he’s taken me only when it’s freezing cold. His reasoning is that there will be no bugs, which is good, but when I wake up (if I can even sleep, that is) and can’t feel my appendages, there’s something wrong. One time, it snowed. Are you kidding me? I cried and he took me home, of course. Ha ha! I’m a big baby.
But enough about stupid camping. I’m really enjoying this beautiful fall weather and the forest of yellow leaves. It’s feels like a fairy tale.
