Ryan and Alan spent the night in the Angeles National Forest at The Bridge to Nowhere. Sounds like a comforting, resting spot, no? Lots of streams to cross and . . . LOTS of spiders. Thousands, I am told. They were on everything. Utensils, packs, headlamps, everywhere. Pretty much Harry Potter. They brushed them off their packs, jumped in the tent, zipped it up, smashed a few more, and went to sleep. Yikes. In the morning, they were all gone. There was not one. Weird. Ryan has a new found testimony in the power of prayer. I was glad that they were together, even though it was our anniversary eve. For the first time in 17 years, I woke up on our anniversary to a five year old cuddle bug. Still sweet, just not my hubby.
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