Last week, Older Daughter wanted to collect some Christmas boughs for decorating the house. Usually she and I drive into the mountains with Darcy to do this, and this time we decided to move fast since we were trying to beat a spike of rain moving in.
We haven't had any snow yet this winter (which is typical; generally we get a massive whomp of the white stuff after New Year's), but as we climbed in elevation there was a modest and festive amount on the ground.
Darcy, needless to say, was thrilled by the excursion, which supplanted his usual morning walk. As I told Older Daughter, I was giving him at most thirty seconds before that excitement translated into taking a dump once he was released from the car.
As it turns out, it was closer to forty seconds...
...and then he unleashed not one, but two enormous loads. Good thing I brought bags.
After that he felt much better and happily romped along the road.
While Older Daughter carefully selected cedar branches (taking no more than one per tree)...
...I observed snowberries, something we had everywhere in our last location but don't have near our current home.
Here's Older Daughter's car, parked among the trees.
Cedar branches are beautiful, perfect for draping.
Because the road we were on is a maintained logging road winding deep into the mountains, much of it had a steep dropoff on one side.
We had to select branches that overhung the road.
We filled a tub with branches and came home, ready to decorate the house.
I like being so close to the mountains that we can take a short jaunt into the higher elevations. So, apparently, does Mr. Darcy.
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