Alright, I’m so behind on photo processing and blogging that I’ve realized that the best way to deal with it is to just post our most recent adventure and pretend like I haven’t missed months worth of terribly exciting content. Maybe I’ll catch up at some point, maybe not.
I’ve been fighting the dreary doldrums lately (ok, so it seems like I always am), but Josie shook me out of my marmot-like state of hibernation and got me out on my first TNAB hike in two months. Ach, my burning lungs and quivering loins!
Our destination was Rampart Ridge, a short but oh so steep hike to an area so gorgeous it’s hard to believe it’s right next to the freeway. I had been feeling iffy all week (possibly a lingering something-or-other from a bout of food poisoning the week before), so I got the privilege of feeding the heather on our ascent. This was the first and, hopefully, the last time I have ever vomited on a hike.
Even though I got to taste my lunch twice, I was so happy I went. Great group of people, a beautiful, hazy sunset, a fun trail…it was enough to jolt me out of my malaise for an hour or two.