Not just a stroll in the forest

We decided to do a little exploring in the mountains last weekend. Well, what we thought was going to be a pleasant stroll through the forest actually turned into the "marathon runners" (mom and Tom) taking us on a hiking adventure that only the fittest of bodies could keep up with and actually enjoy. Raven (AKA The Grand Poopster) and Shakira had a blast though. (I know horrible nickname for Raven. You can blame the Mr. for that one) Here are some snapshots from our adventure. This is my granny's and other family members land in Letcher County.

Look at what we were hiking through for crying out loud! (Literally!)

I know it's hard to see, but look at The Grand Poopster's collar. I have starting sewing all of her collars instead of buying them. (Tutorial to follow later) This was her Christmas one, which I hate to admit she is still wearing because I haven't made a new one for her.

Look at this beautiful spot. This is where I dream of one day building a small 2 room cabin for me and the Mr. to enjoy the weekends! Wouldn't it be wonderful!

The Grand Poopster was seriously pooped! Excuse the ridiculous picture of me.

The Mr.'s birthday was on New Year's Eve. He loves ice cream cakes and I had full confidence in myself that I could make him a great one. I wasn't going to post pictures, but thought what the heck. It turned out VERY bad! The ice cream ran out each side and then froze! That is a plastic knife sticking through the middle to hold the three layers of cake and ice cream together. I made a delicious homemade buttercream icing. However, I could only put icing on the top because the whole thing was so fragile! (and it looks like a 3 year old done that!) It was a disaster! Oh well, it's the thought that counts. Right??