Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing.

It's the end of August and autumn is in the air, nosing its way into the edges of each day. And I am dreaming of mountains. I want to climb until my knees quake.

I'm not so hung up on mountain ranges that I'd kick a rocky coastline out of bed, though.

Photos by NaturalLight on Flickr.

Wedding recap.

Aftermath.

Milwaukee weekend.

Cutest drunk person EVER. He giggles hysterically when drunk. And his dad is a major alcohol pusher. I have no idea how much beer those two drank Friday night at the Rock Bottom… I had one martini against my will (“This ‘Chocolate Covered Banana’ sounds really great when you say it out loud, but I can’t order this… they forgot a hyphen in the menu!”).

New digs.

We just moved in yesterday (as in, moved the furniture yesterday - thanks, Adam - and spent our first night here) and it already looks and feels even more like home than the last place... it's really wonderful.




Living room – still under construction… we’re going to IKEA this weekend or next for a bookshelf, sofa and coffee table.


Bernd’s new pride and joy, a 42” LCD TV. You can also see my desk in the next room and our bicycles in the hallway.


We each bought a Philip Singer print at the Art Fair on the Square. This is the one I purchased :-)


Kitschy $1 Eiffel Tower vase from St. Vinny’s down the street, and drum from East Africa.


Walk through the living room to the dining room…




My desk! I love my whale mug from Goodwill. The fan was a favor from a friend’s wedding last spring.


Turn sideways into Bernd’s office/man cave.






Go back through the dining room into the walk-through pantry.








I guess I only took two shots in the kitchen…






Cross the hallway into the bathroom.








And then there’s the bedroom, where we’ve really only assembled the bed!


I do love my Ugly doll, though. He looks so terrorized tucked into bed.

Warn me that you'll steal my heart next time.

We survived! We got back super late last night (1:30 or so) and only stayed awake by blasting really terrible pop music that we would find odious and intolerable in any other state.

I only have one picture, which Bernd uploaded to the Internet on the fourth day of our trip. Here I am at Black Canyon of the Gunnison!



Awesome! That was, admittedly, not on a trail, but the caged viewing area was so boring and I only stepped on rocks - not plant life or soil - to reach my preferred vantage point. And there were no small children watching who could be influenced by my bad behavior, although Bernd plunged eagerly after me as soon as he lowered his camera...

Why you'd want to live here.