Bette Midler sings it perfectly, "You Got To Have Friends."
Had a visit with an old pal this weekend. Funny thing about certain friends -- it feels like home when they visit, even if months, or years have passed. Why is that? Is it a cosmic thing? An energy thing? A spiritual thing? A biological thing? I often wonder. Well, anyway it happens sometimes and it just makes life grand.
Sarah came to visit and let me just say that she was a little out of her element for the last two days. Sarah has a wee phobia of hills. So, driving over one of the most dangerous passes in the west in the winter wasn't a thrill of hers, yet she braved, sweated, and white knuckled it all the way to Reno. She brought with her a lively, sweet Golden named Beaudie - apply spelled in the french-noveau style of my New Orleans-native friend.
She braved more mountains with me and even attempted a few sledding hills after some coaxing... I have the feeling she's much braver than she gives herself credit for. She was game enough to try show shoeing with me too up at Squaw Valley near an area called Shirley Canyon. It was brief, but we did it!
View pics here.
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