Thirty-one degrees, and goes who has to go not only for a dip, but a full-body, soaked-all-the-way-through-on-top-of-her-back, face swishing, rip-snorting, ear-soaking, car-drenching swim? Perhaps the question can be asked more succinctly: is Roo a certifiable lunatic? I'd like to think that grimace on her face is from the cold, but it's just the $%#-eating grin she usually wears to say, "Whatever that was you were saying about not going in the water? Sorry, couldn't hear you."
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Those of you who hike will recognize the image below: it's a trail blaze, a little painted patch on a tree to help you identify a trail. As they age they become abstract. The farther out in the forest the are, generally the older. I'm going to make a series of postcards of them. If you'd like to get one or two, check out the Kickstarter page, which is already gearing up to be one of the most successful in Kickstarter history, achieving more than 450 percent of its goal in less than 24 hours (though with a $100 goal, perhaps it's not saying much). The idea is to share with one of the lovely things we see out on the trail every day, a little signpost to help wanderers find their way.
Here's a link for the home page in case you missed anything lately. As for us, it is now 23 degrees outside. Roo is waiting by the door.