Brave Independent Women

We spent the weekend in the mountains. JS was doing

tractor work down the road and I took the truck, towards

Strawberry Valley to get pictures of the dog wood.

The weekend before the dogwood was just beautiful.

Flaming crimson red and glowing yellow. It looked

like fire running out threw the forest. Wind and snow

and little sun light this time didn't have the

same wow factor, but still pretty.

I went back up the road to a place I just love,

this big outcropping of rock. I thought it looked kind of

neat with the snow and green moss.

Wondering around the rocks for sometime taking shots,

they set in this grove of big timber. The wind picking

up and the clouds were moving over the tree tops so fast,

I was a little entranced by it. Then a couple of loud

noises started me looking around threw the trees. I

couldn't see the truck from were I stood and realised no

one knew exactly were I was. Then I started to think

about the bear that's been hanging around the cabins.

I got that "Oh! S_ _ _!" feeling and hot footed

it back to the truck.

Back to the safety of the cabin yard, where that big

yellow streak down my back wasn't so bright and shiny.