At sunrise this morning, I knew that Halloween was also the first day of our winter. The winds off the Divide were howling, like they do only in winter. Before a gust would hit, I could hear it coming, like a freight train rumbling through the forest. Then, I'd sway under the force of each gust. We sought refuge in the trees, hoping that none would be blown down.
She's doing her "trick" so she got a treat!
When we arrived on Hug Hill, Shyla wanted more treats. So, I asked her to wear her hat and do her trick!