I love cold foggy rainy mountain days. I really do. Hopefully it snows soon.
We spent most of the day Sunday at the Cub Scout camp near Red Feather Lakes. BB Guns, archery, and wrist rockets. Everything my parents didn't let me do. I mean all I wanted to do was shoot some birds, rodents, and siblings! Cale really had a blast and said it was more fun than video games. Guess that means I should get him out more.
I've recently heard rumors that my father was an Eagle Scout. How come I haven't heard more about this?
I realize I'm the only one but I wish it would snow 20 inches every week. Somethings in life have lost that childhood magic to me; the holidays, amusement parks, booze. Snow however still gets me as excited as it did when I was 8 years old. Really I've thought about it and at my funeral someone will certainly mention my love of winter weather. Go ahead, scatter my ashes in a blizzard.
