So, yesterday I had made a ‘committment’ to spend my Sunday drinking and browsing, but as it turned out, I was outnumbered and outvoted by the men in my house. Which doesn’t take much, as I am the token female in our family. The cat doesn’t count.
But, if I couldn’t spend the day in my pjs curled up with a cup of coffee and the world wide web, at least I could spend the day in my second choice favorites: shorts and a tank top and instead of the couch, here
The boys would have none of this lounging bit, so off we went for a day hike up in one of my favorite place, Desolation Wilderness. I find it ironic how something known as desolation somehow lifts my soul no matter how many times I traverse it’s stark, surface-of-the-moon like terrain.
It was this guy’s first foray into the wilderness, and he held his own and set his sights on vistas far and wide.
We made our contributions to the ‘community rock garden’
And when I am a middle-aged woman, I
shall, I will, (I do now – thanks to the clearance rack at the REI on the way up the hill) wear purple hiking shoes; for in my middle age, I somehow forgot to bring my hiking shoes, for our day of hiking. Tally one for ol’ Twinkle Toes!
And at the end of the day,
There’s always tomorrow!