The "wolf" is actually just a big, energetic puppy. He came roaring up to me, and I had visions of the time I was hiking on High Mountain Road, and was suddenly surrounded by a half dozen barking, snarling guard dogs. Actually, it turned out about the same way. That time, it turned out that the largest of them all, a Great Dane whose head came up to my shoulder, was a big ole softie. Upon befriending him, he protected me from all the other meanies. This particular big guy shown below loved fetching ANYTHING. After several stick tosses with a pathetically small twig, I dropped Stripes accidentally. Great photo op, but it took some doing to get Stripes free again. Like me, he's going to be much the worse for wear by the end of this trip.
Unfortunately, I can't add anything to the debate of "where's Bethany". I was on my zippy (for me) trip from Minneapolis to Atlanta. I think I was somewhere in Indiana... or was it Tennessee? I'll research that a bit more.
The background to the grinning nighttime me is the Minneapolis Holiday Lights Parade. There were great glowing fairy tale floats, including a princess on a huge pile of neon mattresses, a pirate ship, and these folks dressed up like lightbulbs.
The buds are Tara, Ryan, and Sindija. A big shout out to them.
The cow wearing a chef hat and bib was standing outside a burger joint. Seems slightly... morbid, or something.
The shoe shot was on my way back from the bar my last night in town. Amazed I didn't fall over. Actually, I think I might have. Oh, I miss the cold wet snow.
And that's all. From the here and now, I have nothing to talk about. So I will rehash old travel stories, and shove my pictures in your face, like a vet at a dive bar pulling down his pants to show you his old war wounds.