Mountain Man

It is Monday night and it is late. I want to run through this blog quickly. Here is the weekend. Friday I worked from home and then ran some errands. Nothing too exciting. I finished up my work from home a little early and I called Lumpy. He was also working from home on Friday. His consisted of watching men work at his house. Lumpy is the man.

Saturday was yard work. The yard now looks like a park or nature preserve. It looks sweet. Basically I edged it this time. The neighbor that doesn't like me actually stopped me just to chit-chat. I was surprised. I expected him to attack me but it was all good. I must be rubbing off on him.

Sunday was Church and chilling. I didn't do too much. That was a good thing.

Monday was the holiday. So what does the old lady suggest? Hiking in the mountains. Wow. Didn't see that coming. I was jazzed. No big deal. I just took the kids on two miles by myself a few weeks ago. Not a problem. There is, I realized, a difference between two miles on a battlefield which FLAT and two and a half miles on MOUNTAIN which is STEEP and the difference wasn't the half mile. We walked straight down a mountain to see a waterfall. I expected Niagra when I got there. Then we had to hoof it straight up to get back to the car. I fully was prepared to just lay there on a rock and wait for the rangers. I was beat. The wife and I carried various children for various parts of the trip. They all seemed to have fun though. Except the baby, or as I like to call her, Satan's child. She wouldn't let me carry her to save my life. Save the wife's actually. The poor woman was beat down. And as soon as I tried to grab the little winch, she would scream and carry on and beat me about the head and face. She almost got a first hand look at a quick descent down the side of the mountain. Here are some pics. Enjoy.