Monday, January 23, 2012

Friday, January 20, 2012

Skiing




She loves it. Sledding too.


Monday, January 16, 2012

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Floyd Leroy

Floyd has been my best friend and family member for the last 11.5 years. Over the course of the years he and I picked up a smokin-hot wife, moved to houses in about 7 different cities (5 states), fished many miles of nameless streams, squashed powder from Idaho to British Columbia, took roadtrips from Florida to Alaska, and most recently let Grace change his name to Roy. He was always along for the journey, and if I was doing something Floyd was probably doing it too.

Many out there had the pleasure of knowing Floyd. I like to think that everyone who knew him has at least 1 hilarious memory, because those moments happened all the time. Whether he was howling for another stick to be thrown; diving for rocks nearly too big to fit in his mouth; jumping out of the raft at the most inopportune time; attacking field mice/porcupines/squirrels/weasels/birds (yes, he did catch one out of the air); chasing whatever living thing would provide chase; or simply sleeping on his back with his legs spread wide, he never had a dull moment.

Floyd you will always be our first dog and probably the best. We will miss you dearly, and can't wait to see you in another life.





Grace riding him, probably yelling 'weeeeeeee'


Giving him water on a Mt. Helena summit bid (successful!)



Getting love from his ladies



Old Man River



After the shooting


Sara's 30th birthday


After the mysterious East Missoula/Clark Fork River incident



Spence drinking what appears to be a blue wine cooler



Kickin it with Rudy



Kickin it with Nesta



Kickin it on the way to Alaska


"Protecting the catch"



Kickin it in Alaska


Kickin it in the truck bed