From Idaho to Colorado to Utah to New Mexico and back again; a constant and relentless stream of blazes have lured Special Man Friend off our shady porch and into the desert so many times that I have almost stopped asking ‘hey, WHERE’S THE FIRE?!” Almost. OK I still ask.
In fact, I’ve come to realize that I usually have a better idea of where in the world he is and when he’ll be home than he does. Thanks obviously goes to
Idaho City Hot Shots. photo: Kari Greer
Despite our despicably short and sparse R&R days, we have still managed to squeeze in every morsel of summer-in-Idaho goodness when he gets to come home.
and then there are the Special Man walnut waffles.
And lastly – the ultimate act of chivalry – showing he still thinks of his Suite Potato and her style whilst battling the forces of mother nature….
A beautiful, bleached, perfectly-intact deer shed.
Naturally, i found a new home for him immediately.
Talk about living on the edge. You think fighting fires is scary – try sleeping under a 6-point, poorly secured deer shed every night.
I kid, I kid.
It’s well secured. Isn’t it? Wait, is it? What if it’s not. I don’t know. Now I’m not sure. I should go check. I’m going to go check.
Stay safe and cool out there, tater tots!