Our little excursion took us to a logging road by Port Renfrew, about a 30 minute drive from home. We took our son’s dirt bike, so he could ride around while I took photos of my husband with his 30-06 Ruger.
I have to chuckle about his expression, as he projects a serious countenance 99% of the time, as illustrated in these images. What is so funny is that our chiropractor commented yesterday about the first time he met Art (my husband).
Art had accompanied me to one of my appointments and sat quietly in the corner of the treatment room, sporting his typical expression. The chiropractor did not really know if he was angry, sad or what. Now that he has gotten to know him better, he finds Art to be quite a funny guy hiding behind a tough exterior.