Friday Suzanne and I took the dogs out walking on the fire trail. Harper hadn't been out for an entire week. Coda had been lucky to get out to the farm twice a day even during the hurricane, so I didn't feel too sorry for her. There were several trees that had fallen down during the storm, right across the trail. Suzanne laughs when I tell her I'm afraid of getting killed by a falling tree. I thought this was just more proof of that danger. She suggested that as long as I don't go hiking during a hurricane the odds are still in my favor!
Notice my nice, bright new vest. I'm also hedging my bets, as hunting season has started, and I don't want any bow hunters mistaking me for a deer!