…Elk hunting. Christmas is a close second.
Tomorrow morning, Travis and I, along with Travis’ mom, dad, and bro, will head up into the mountains to slay us some elk. Beth and I will be conveniently spectating from the warmth of our wall tent that looks very similar to this:
But with mornings that look more like this:
Gah, the mornings are brutal.
Here’s the weather forecast:
At least it looks like it won’t snow. Mid-50s is actually very nice weather for the hunters, since they’ll be traipsed through the woods all day with guns and backpacks. If it’s too hot, they can’t wear their blaze orange wool shirts and stocking caps! Last year, it was so warm that they wore t-shirts. But it worked out pretty well for me and Beth, since we got to lay outside reading our books without being cold.
Anyway, don’t feel too jealous about me being up in the mountains without you.
Unless we come back with more than one elk.
Then, be very jealous.
Until next Thursday…