We took Sawyer to Truckee so Dana could get some new ski boots, Sawyer could get a taste of how much money he will be spending on ski equipment for Dana in the future, and to go on a short hike. It was a beautiful warm day, and we were blessed with Sawyer sleeping 95% of the time we were in the car.
"This hobby is expensive!"-Sawyer
I carried Sawyer while Dana carried the camera so I could take a few pics of...well, whatever I wanted. We spent $1000 on this camera and damnit, we're gonna use it! Dana took this picture of Sawyer and I at the start of the hike that I will print and use as a bookmark one of these days.
Family hike. Tally-ho!
Less than a mile into the hike, I saw this dead tree that I thought looked cool with the background. Sawyer and I walked a bit closer to take a picture of this tree...
If you see this tree in Truckee, run in the OPPOSITE direction!
but unfortunately, totally unbeknownst to us, we had entered through the gates of hell. I had no idea, until these wasps started attacking me. (Luckily, they spared Sawyer. I'm guessing it's because of his shining innocence and the fact that he is undeniably cute. Allison actually wonders if he was genetically modified in the petri dish, but I swear he wasn't.) I decided to draw a picture of one of the wasps so you would know what to avoid:
The guardians to the gates of hell.
Tomorrow will be one week since Sawyer and I escaped from hell. I am still recovering, and occasionally I hear him snickering at me whenever I start to ice my wounds, but I know he's happy I was able to run and carry him to safety before he was stung. Those bastards could have killed him!