I used to be really good at horseshoes. Really good. Like winning tournaments and even kicking my cousin Chris's butt one time, which simply is not allowed. Now I'm not so good. It's been years since I threw a shoe, but it still holds all the old appeal for me. I get to sling large, heavy, noisy objects, drink beer, get my hands dirty, and surprise myself with a miraculously beautiful shot now and then. What's not to love about this game?
I tossed 3 lovely ringers, but Rick still won both games. Ah, well. I'm OK with that. I guess he just knows how to hold his mouth right.
And through all the clanging and dust kicking, Heidi and Lucy looked on from the safety of a nearby tree, happy to be out with us, and looking just beautiful in their natural sepia tones. If life gets any better than an afternoon like this, I really can't imagine how.