Going out!

The musty smell of hiking gear that hasn't been used in a really long time.

I can almost hear my packtowel say to me, "Thank you, thank you for taking me into the mountains again!"

The Dog is standing guard - or, laying guard as it may be.

"Don't worry, master, I'll protect your gear for you. I'll lay really close to it, like that, and then I'll be able to be close to your stuff. I love your stuff. It's got your smell on it."

I am so excited it's... endearing. Yesterday I even got out an old necklace and wore it for the evening, to remind myself of what life used to be like back then - you know, like, before kids.

Two nights out.

It's going to be awesome.

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