|"I think we're socked in!"|
"Can you see that?!?"
Fog! Creeping in on little kit-cat feet. Or however that poem goes.
We could just see the rising sun over the top of the first big hill:
|"I might have to start howling soon!"|
"Me, too! Would that be too cliché?"
Maggie and I walked shoulder to shoulder like perfect angels, so Mom focused in on us; here's how that came out:
|"Did you get the shot?"|
"Gotta be quick, Mom! C'mon, Cam!"
We can only do that for a limited period of time without horsing around. Mom missed it.
The top of the hill wasn't that foggy, but near the bottom, we hit it again:
|"Mags! I think I see a werewolf up there!"|
"Ha-rooooo! Werewolves of London!"
We were just having some fun - no werewolves. We did enjoy our walk, though - and the fog made it even better! Thanks for coming with us. Ha-woooooooo!