Maybe I Love My Camera Too Much?

I love, love, love my digital camera. It's a Canon, and Kevin gave it to me for our 5th anniversary. I take it with me everywhere I go and I take way too many random photos (but the beauty of a digital camera is that every stupid, random shot I take can be erased with the click of a button).

Last Saturday, during our rain filled mountain trip, we drove over to Slettefjell. We were above the treeline for much of the drive, and there were even several large patches of snow left. The dogs absolutely love snow, so even though it was a soggy, rainy day, we decided to let them have some wintery fun sliding down a snowy hill. Kevin walked them up to the top of the hill while I stood at the bottom, trying to capture their excitement with my trusty camera. I wanted to get the right angle, so without looking behind me, I took a step backward, tripped over a rock, and landed flat on my back in a huge, icy cold puddle. (I'm guessing it was a lovely slurry of freshly melted snow and lemming pee.) Even as I fell, all I could think about was my camera, and as my whole body splashed into the puddle, my right arm reached skyward, holding my camera out of harm's way. I wallowed my way out of the puddle, soaking and freezing, but feeling very triumphant about saving my camera. Kevin found the whole incident hilarious...luckily he also had a spare change of clothes in the car, so I was able to forgive his laughter once I was wearing dry pants again.

(Oh, one other sign pointing to the fact that I might love my camera too much? I actually took a picture of the stupid puddle!)