This weekend, the dog and I went up to the cabin to get away from all the big sky explosions. The forecast originally said it was going to rain all day on Saturday, but it turned out to be a gorgeous day. We got some more work done on the walkway, though the dog was not actually all that helpful. Then it stormed all night, and he was terrified.
On Sunday, it was terribly hot and muggy, and I drove myself to the point of dehydration clearing land and building a backstop for what will be my little archery range. The dog was slightly more helpful when it came to carrying away sticks.














