Crunchy ice and bubble wrap - two of life’s greatest joys. Jake and I went hiking in the deep freeze this morning and we had 157 acres of wilderness all to ourselves. Those other hikers… wimps.
A little freeze and they all runnin’.
We got to crunch every bit of the crunchy ice. We didn’t have to share one single patch. Yes…
Yummy crunchy ice.
They’re not true hikers.
Don’t know what it is about crackly sheets of ice that bring the kid (or puppy) out in a soul, but there you have it. Joy!
You walked while I sat by the fire. I admit it, I’m a wimp.
I just got rain and wind, Pilates and cardio. You wild woman!
My kids love puddle-jumping, whether it’s liquid water or frozen. The kids collect broken pieces of ice like diamonds at the bus stop. Girls!
Oh, me too, Pens. Cruncy ice is the best. Back in Iowa I used to collect icicles and stick them in my gramma’s freezer.
We have rain today, Steph. I prefer colder temps.
Nah, you’re not a wimp, Stephanie! I have a dog who must be hiked. Besides, keeps me sane.
Oh Jaye, give me crunchy ice and bubble wrap and I’m in heaven!
Exactly, Amber. These cold-sensitive California natives…
Okay, I admit it, I’m a weather wimp. Be gentle with us:))
That’s it just remind me what a fat lazy git I am xxxxx
Tom, I just love it when you say ‘git’. I still don’t know what it means, exactly, but it’s quite descriptive of something!
Sandra - LOL! I can’t afford to be a weather wimp. Dog…