Does He Still Shit In His Pants?

In an effort to add some discipline to my easily distracted mind, I am creating this blog to practice writing and photography on a somewhat regular basis. The title comes from a story about my Irish Grandfather. When I was a baby anytime my mother would ask him if he wanted to hold me, he would say "Does he still shit in his pants?" It sounds like something I would say about a baby and it makes me laugh every time I think about it. BTW, YOU CAN CLICK ON ANY PICTURE TO SEE IT FULL SIZE.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Feb 7 Our Arctic Adventure

One of my favorite winter hikes is along the southern end of Lake Michigan. Today we hiked from the campgrounds over the dunes to the frozen shoreline at the Indiana Dunes State Park. The shelf ice extended about 200 feet out into the lake. It wasn't very solid except on the first 30 feet from the shore. We hiked along the beach for awhile. There were gaps in the shelf ice where loose ice was floating back and forth with the waves. The only sounds we heard were Fluffy & Oslo breaking through the ice to get a drink. The old girl, Fluffy not Chrissy, seemed more tired than usual. So I took Oslo & Roxy back to the car by mistakenly taking the wrong trail which took us up & down three high dunes. We picked up Chrissy & Fluff at the beach parking lot.