is it disgusting to think i've fallen nearly a year behind in blogging my trips after they actually happen? last summer we spent spencer's birthday in the woods. he turned 31 on the 31st of august and i wanted it to really be something special. we explored new forests and fished new rivers, ate the same pancakes and slept in the same tent. i love our traditions together and stinking up my subaru with the smells of campfires and dusty gear. i made sure to bring my "bear whistle" and endured jokes about how bear-scared i am. for spencer's birthday i gifted him a pocket knife with a grizzly and his name spencer on it and a pair of binoculars for spying on birds. he was pretty stoked and i like that about him.
it was at this time that i had just recently found out i was pregnant. i was still very early, and my main symptoms at the time were extreme exhaustion, craving cheese, and being bloated. i remember sitting on the rocks by the river there and writing several journal entries to our baby that was growing inside. as time passed and i eventually had a miscarriage, i found out the baby had stopped growing somewhere around this time. i like to think baby was there with us on this trip - soaking up the beautiful sights and connecting with us. i can't wait until the timing is right for us again.