The weekend before Halloween brought Cory out from the prairies for Dad's 76 birthday. With a break before the next rain storm hit Cory, Dad, Sophie and I decided to take a hike in search of the elusive "big tree". All I can say is that we made it within throwing distance but had to turn back as the trail was lost and we were getting wet from the waist deep ferns.
With our spirits a bit dampened by the incomplete mission we headed back to the ranch on Forsyth Avenue for a very tasty meal provided by the great chef otherwise known as "mom". It's always great to come back tired and hungry to a gourmet meal.
The evening was nicely wrapped up with a rousing game of dominoes where I'm pleased to say no one lost their cool.
Happy Birthday dad.
