Whatever happened to the days of dressing up like a different character every day--today a magician, tomorrow an astronaut--and instead of anyone judging, they all thought is was so cute and fun. Oh yeah, I guess that's called being a kid. Well you know what?! Those were the good ole days! I miss my treasure trunk of bedazzled costumes, wigs, and jewels galore (...let's be real, I still have one) to dig through, throw stuff on, and conquer the day. So, to not completely be outcast from society, I tend to come up with "sophisticated" adult versions of what my inner kid heart really wants to be. It's like a mini Halloween every day, you should try it.
P.S. I went to a gas station after taking these pictures and a lady there literally asked me if I was a troop leader. I was flattered...and shocked that she was serious. I kinda felt like Shelley Long from Troop Beverly Hills for a hot second.
Obviously I felt the urge to salute a lot. It must be a primal girl scout instinct or something....
And just to prove how hard core of a wilderness woman I am, here are some real live elk and buffalo that I hung out and discussed nature stuff with. They were some pretty majestic beasts.
Sidenote: I felt obligated to take capture the biggest tree knot I had ever witnessed. I mean, what the heck is that thing? Should I be concerned?
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.