…get a cold in June. I don’t know why, but it always happens around this time. Lame. So instead of celebrating the summer solstice by watching the sunset on some gorgeous hike somewhere, I find myself supine on the couch inhaling several cold medications (and, let’s be honest, chocolate) to try to get better before Saturday.
A few days after our trip to Mailbox Peak, the photographer we met sent us this photo – huzzah! By the way, I appear to already have forgotten the PURE HELL my thighs were in after that hike and am planning to go back once the wildflowers start blooming.
Happy solstice everyone!