I can't tell you how beautiful it was out there. Do you know that gentle sound of snow falling? The almost inaudible pat pat of flakes hitting the ground? That's what it sounded like.
Check out these deer tracks!
I thought that maybe I had a future in Tracking Things because I soon came across a family of deer. I don't have a picture for you because I accidentally tripped on a tree root and scared them all away. So much for tracking.
But I had a great time, nonetheless.
It was only interrupted by the shout of "JULIE" about twenty minutes into the walk. I tell you what, I haven't heard my dad use his vocal chords like that since my soccer days. Apparently my dad, Michael and Grandma Mickie started worrying that I had fallen through the ice and was dying of hypothermia somewhere, or that I'd been trampled by a gaggle of wild turkeys.
I'll admit that it was a bad idea for me to not bring my cell phone on the walk. But, I think they underestimate my ability to survive in the wild. Only my mom insisted that I was just out there losing myself and running around and taking pictures (she knows me so well). Afterall, I had boots capable of withstanding -25 degree weather! Michael was three seconds away from trekking out into the snow IN HIS PAJAMAS to find me. Isn't that the sweetest thing you've ever heard? After giving him hugs I pointed out to him that it wouldn't have been a very smart choice. As fashionable as his pajama bottoms might be, they aren't exactly thermal.
But can't you just picture how it would have looked...Michael carrying a semi-conscious me back to the house in his pajamas? How romantic! We would have shared true love's kiss and then had hot chocolate.
Happy Last Day of 2009, Everyone!