I'm just sayin' . . . .

We have all heard the stories about the great pioneers who had to camp in freezing temperatures, and suffered greatly for it. I think if we were to ask these pioneers what they thought about someone who would purposely leave their warm home to camp in subzero temperatures for entertainment, they would call them crazy. Well, I'm with them. With that said, my husband is officially crazy. He went camping this weekend in the Henry mountains to buffalo hunt with some friends. I love camping, don't get me wrong. But I go in the summer, when it is pleasant to get up the mountain. I don't understand the draw of freezing my tail off. I'm just hoping he has all of his toes still on when he gets home, and our ancestors will watch over him, even as they shake their heads at him.

Update: John called on his way home. He rolled the window in the car down, and it won't roll back up. So he's driving in the snow and cold with the window down. Not quite a handcart, but getting chilly!