Went hiking again today. Our intrepid leader, Walter, took us to another trail. This one didn’t lead to aspen meadows. It did, however, wind back and forth across a rushing mountain stream every few hundred feet.I slipped and dunked my feet several times. (So did we all.)
Then the hailstorm started.
It was cold.
I’m warm now.
Update:
It’s chicken gumbo night. Yum.
You know, doing all that hiking and relaxing. At least, it will seem like it was relaxing once you get back home and realize that you liked the frostbite since it was vacation frostbite.
Not that I’m suggesting you’re on vacation.
It’s also margarita night at Rio Hondo. This is, I’m told, traditional.