Sunday Adam and I ventured out on a lovely snowshoe excursion to the back of the property. Adam was devastated to learn that many of the trees he remembers as a little boy were slatted for removal. This is a picture of one of his favorites that served as an imaginary castle of which he defending from the approaching evil forces. Also this was a perfect opportunity for me to once again establish myself as a bon-a-fide smartass. I attempted to walk a log, with my snowshoes, across a creek, at the advisement of Adam that I should just cross the creek bottom. I also of course had to make some comment before my tight rope adventure that I had amazing balance only with the next step to propel me through the log right onto my butt in the bottom of the creek. I am not sure what hurt worse, my pride or the stick on landed on that impaled itself into my butt. Confucius say-Woman with mouth as big as snowshoes still can't leap over babbling brook.....Lesson learned 
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