Honey, I broke the dog.

Jen and I were trying to get some work done but the dog would not leave us alone, he was desperate to go and see some of the snow that had fallen up on the tops during the night. I volunteered to take him and left Jen with the mountain of paper work.

The afternoon was getting on so we headed down to Loch Quoich for a quick run. The glen looked stunning - autumn colours coming through, blue skies and a dusting of snow on the tops. We had to get up to about 650 meters to get to the bottom of the snow level but it was pretty sparse. Dylan wasn't sure what to make of it so, like everything else, he ate it.


After throwing a few snowballs and posing for a photo, we headed back down, a nice run only interrupted by Dylan not wanting to cross the 3 streams we encountered and him nearly getting run over by the post lady when we got back to the road.


He hasn't moved since we got back and was even reluctant to get out of the van, looks like we might be in for a quiet evening for once.

--Matt