Like most everyone who lives in the Black Hills, we spent our weekend outside: yesterday we went trampling through fields to find ski runs, walking along dirt roads, and took pictures underneath Aspen trees that have turned brilliant shades of yellow (cue the “feel good” music please).
And then we went mountain biking this morning where I practically impaled myself on a tree and where Rylan killed a huge rattlesnake that was coiled and ready to strike on our trail.
But THOSE pictures and THAT story are for tomorrow.
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