Whenever we get in the truck it is a good sign. We are GOING SOMEWERE!Mama Jo likes to photograph us here because we are contained and the light is controlled….well kinda.We like the truck but we like the ground below even more. We can hardly wait. We can’t wait. Even at nine years going on ten we are a set of hot wheels! Brothers forever! Brothers have to stick together. The smells in this high mountain forest are intoxicating. Our noses are on fire. The snow cools them down. What could be more pleasant than plowing through fresh powder in uncharted territory? Today the sun is shining. Mama Jo seems to like it. Makes her photo’s turn out so much better she says. Mama Jo says we look absolutely magnificent in the snow. We have heard that people back east are sick of the snow. Not us. We glory in it. But who are we to talk. We don’t have to deal with it day after day. Time to go again. This is fun but hard work plowing through this powder. Let’s follow the ski trail. I hope we don’t screw up anybody’s ski tracks. Thank goodness for the trail. We’ve got some distance to cover.What a beautiful spring day in the Sierra’s. Of course any day is beautiful to us. This is where the meadow usually is. What is this? It is not snow. Mama Jo is calling me back. She seems to be worried. So I come as I am told. We are running into some problems here. Ker pluckity plunk. We going down! Find the silver lining under the slush…I mean ice. Pure chilled H2O. It takes agility to get out of the ice. Just like plowing through fresh powder. You have to go fast once you get out because the ice starts cracking all around you. I prefer ice over chilled water. Once I get out of this ice I’m going to find me a nice place to plop down with my prize. You Only Live Once. Come on mom, let’s get going. Single file.Pose for the photo. Dig for what you want. Especially in the snow. You Only Live Once.
🙂 Adios Amigo’s 🙂