This morning, when normal people were going to brunch or reading the newspaper in bed, we were 20 miles deep in the rainy Marble Mountain wilderness watching a bunch of people shoot targets with rifles to win frozen turkeys. Because that’s what you do when you live in the country.
I spent most of the morning huddling by the fire and feeling out of place because Dave and I were the only people there not wearing camouflage. Call me crazy, but the last thing I want to do at an event where 50 people are holding guns is to blend in with the background.
Speaking of the background, how great is this view? In a few weeks, this area will be inaccessible due to snow, and I’ll take back everything nice I have ever said about living in the mountains. But for now, I like it.