Day Nine

Local day hike up Bradley Creek so Robert could fish with his license and unnecessary stamp. Despite sliding down a steep embankment and losing Robert completely for a while, it was a good day through and through. Started playing with the camera more, taking pictures of moths eating horse poop most notably. Played in the stream while Robert fished or wrote in my journal. Headed home when he lost a fly, skunked. :(

Potato soup for dinner (nod to you, mom...it's the Bear Creek soup mix you gave me eons ago). It was tasty after lots of black pepper...a trend you might notice.