Sorry I didn't get on here yesterday but was in the tournament all day, then had company in the evening for a Happy hour. WE won the whole thing!! I'd past a picture of us but for some reason the blog is not allowing that option. I'll try in a bit and see if I can still post to the side bar.
Getting warmer each day, which is really good. We are in the midst of heading home for two days in Early February.
In case there are rum drinkers out there, we just purchased a 1.75 litre of Puerto Rican rum for 10.99!
The diet is still going on, we were going to go and weigh in again but didn't get there tonight.

Here's another bit of "Forks in the Trail"

Grouser noisily greeted Roj when he was still a few feet down from the ledge, Teri called from inside the cave, “Poke up the fire a bit and put on some water, I’m just finishing a few things then I’ll be right out.”

Roj slipped off his pack and did as he was bid then poured himself a cup of what he knew would be some kind of herb concoction into a waiting cup from the pot beside the fire pit.

He tentatively took a sip and found that although it had an odd taste it was quite pleasant.

A moment later his Aunt came out, she propped her lightly loaded packboard against the rock wall,  “Ah good, you’ll need some of that to keep up with me.” She commented.

Teri was dressed in a faded linen shirt with no sleeves and a pair soft leather shorts, on her feet she wore a pair of high topped moccasins held tight to her calves by crisscrossed leather thongs. Her still youthful body was deeply tanned where she wasn’t covered by her clothing.

Roj stared at her and blurted out, “Man Aunt Teri, I sure don’t know how you stayed single!”

She smiled and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She poured herself a cup of the herb tea and standing beside him she said, “Okay it is afternoon so we will have to drink up and head out in order to make the fish shack before dark.”

Roj nodded and got to his feet finishing off the rest of his ‘tea’. “I’m ready, let’s do it.” He shrugged into his packboard straps noticing as he did so that when Teri turned she had a sheathed knife that was harnessed on her back behind one shoulder.

 

With Grouser ranging on ahead they went back down the cliff face and turned onto the trail fork that would take them up and over the top of Teri’s cave house. They knew the trail well as the whole family and individually they had been over it many many times.

Improvements had been made over the years to the more difficult areas, and as they knew their destination  for the day they made far better time than Teri and Josh, Roj’s Dad, had many years earlier.