One day we hiked to Mystic Falls.
I got sunburned a little.
It happens when you start out sort of ghostly white and highly reflective.
We hiked up and up and up. (Huffing and puffing 6000 feet higher in altitude than we're used to.)
Mark asked me, "Mom? Am I your little mountain goat?"
I said, "Yes."
At the end of the hike, the aquatic devotees just had to dip their feet in a little river.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
1 comment:
Wonderful pictures! It's great to see you back. You don't look like the nerd of the white water rafting at all. You look very chic.
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