The boys and I went for little hike in Highland Cemetery yesterday. Luka and I wore our snowshoes, more for the fun of it because the snow wasn't really deep enough for them. On the edge of the cemetery, there's a path that leads into the woods and is guarded by deteriorating lions. I never walked back there before, because in warmer weather the real deterrent to pass those lions is the lush growth of poison ivy in which they are surrounded. Yesterday, we passed the guards and marched single file until we found ourselves down in some sogginess and then turned around. Good times.
The lion on the right gets to smell Evan's new deodorant. Axe!!