A trip to the park is always called for

Squeezing the last beautiful mornings out of the fall.

Waking up is getting more difficult, what with the sun not coming out until after 7 a.m.; just makes all those intentions to get up early and walk a few miles seem optimistic. Quinn has decided that he needs to get up and come to our room and climb into bed with us. He tells us what he would like for breakfast and elbows us in unpleasant places trying to "make a nest".

And there's even a little snow back there on Mt. Emily. Should make the snowboarders and skiers pretty darn happy.