WASN'T MEANT TO BE....

Not quite the mountains, but a river is nice....
The name of the game is run away from Duke before he shakes!!!
The Farns....in Marty's undies......but shhhhhhhhh!

The most adorable dog ever!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cousin, Duke!
Hiking China Man's Peak was what we woke up planning to do with Nic and Troy today, but it was never meant to be!

Marty and I have been on a whirl wind of non stop craziness with the ending of school and moving to the North West all in the last 5 days. We have been cleaning, packing, unpacking, picking up furniture, lifting, carrying, recycling and hosting BBQs (for our awesome helpers) since Wednesday. Nic and Troy, were excited to come celebrate our new home with us so they came to visit lasntight. We went to bed, planning to get up and take our dogs on a hike in Canmore. I woke up early, threw the tunes on really loud to wake everyone up and the four of us scurried around, preparing for our day....okay, three of us scurried. Marty layed in bed. He always does that. Me, I hate the idea that people might have to wait for me to be ready, so I always make a point of getting up earlier or being super organized, not Marty. He is ALWAYS the last to be ready for anything, to top it off, once he finally did get up, we couldn't find his hiking shoes. They were still packed in a box somewhere in the garage. He and I tore through several boxes until he finally located them. During our little shoe panic, Troy discovered that he had not packed any undies at all. He apparently had arrived at our home "commando" lastnight and had not thought about the need for gaunch on the hike. Lucky for him, Marty had a pair, that he swore he had never worn, that he leant to Troy. The boxers were a little big, but Troy agreed they were better than nothing. While Marty calmly ate his bowl of Mini Wheats, and Troy secured his "parts," Nic and I headed out to pull the stow and go seats out of the floor of the van. Eventually the four of us were comfortable seated in the van with the two excited dogs breathing heavily in the back. THe closer we got to the mountain, the bigger the black cloud looming over us got. The darker the sky got, the more we assessed our clothing. In all the confusion, Marty had forgotten to pack anything long sleeved. Nic and I were wearing tank tops with light hoodies, only Troy seemed prepared for crummy weather. Half way to Canmore we decided that the hike just wouldn't be fun at all if we were all wet and cold, so we turned around and headed back to Calgary. Marty and I knew a spot by the river where we could walk the dogs and at least have a visit. As we piled out of the van near the river, I went to put on my hiking boots and.....ooops, I had forgotten them at home!!!!

I knew Nic was particularily dissapointed that the hiking didn't happen, but damn, it would have been one difficult hike for me in flip flops!!!!!!!!!!!