What a long, strange trip it's been

Years and years ago I attended a Grateful Dead concert with a friend I've known since 6th grade. It was quite the experience. I don't know many of their songs, but I sang along where I knew the lyrics. One line that I'll always remember is from Truckin'. This year has been quite the strange trip. I'm happy to say that the pond is filling back up. Fingers crossed we get more rain soon.

 Our first trip to tour the place. Little did we know we'd buy the only place we looked at.

 Springtime. Water down in the pond(s).

 The "Glade."

 Heartbreaking.

 Happy to see the water at this level.

 Got stuck in the mud on Christmas day. We were able to winch ourselves out.

 Yes, bears to sh*t in the woods.

 The Aussie, hard at work. Not easy on the grass because it's so soft, but better than a pickup truck dragging huge logs around.

 Beautiful Grandfather tree.

Praying these are deer and not hog tracks. Bottom may be deer, top hog. Hopefully they'll move on.

Hey, are you taking my picture?? Cheese!

The mystery of what made the footprints in the sand in the backyard has been solved. We weren't sure if it was deer or hog. Trust me, I was praying for deer. The thought of feral hogs that close to the house freaked me out. The Aussie set up a game camera and hung it on one of the trees is the back. Bambi and friends made their camera debut. I guess this means I'm going to have to fence in any garden I plant. Seriously fence. With a roof.