So, I am on holidays this week and next. This week I am up at my dads cottage, with him and Padme (my 7lb little pooch). Dad has 10.5 acres of land in the BC mountains on a lake. It is pretty awesome up here. Every day Padme and I have ventured out and walked his property all around and down to the lake. Today though it was different. Maybe its the fact that a bird SO huge that when it flew over my head i could heat the wings whooshing, or I have finally just read one too many scary books but standing at the bottom of a very large hill looking out at the lake, I heard all sorts, all around me... snapping and creaking, cawing and rustling.. Padme kept sniffing the air, looking up and me and then looking off somewhere.. Its that kind of feeling you get where you laugh at yourself, then turn and irrationally run up the steep hill giggling all the way....
the foliage is so high, you can't see what is lingering in there...
Hu? Wha? Was that something up on the ridge?
Padmé bravely leads the way...
Really Dad? A bridge and path to no where, but off a ledge? Nice one.
Obviously nothing got us, but oh how your own imagination can be your own worst nightmare, though hoofing it up the hill sure was good cardio!
One the note of scary, check out Steve Niles (
http://www.steveniles.com/), prequel to The Thing by Dark Horse comics, you can read it free this month (2 are out so far)
https://digital.darkhorse.com/profile/1181.the-thing-1/
