Me & Bad Dog on top of the world.
This week's Friday Afternoon Club required snowshoes, poles and LOTS of complaining.
I find it very comforting to bitch, non-stop, all the while I'm walking uphill. (Try it. You might like it!)
In fact, on this brutal, 2-mile trek up the side of this mountain, I invented a couple of brand new swear words!
But, it wasn't until we took the The Short Cut Down that I fully developed Tourettes Syndrome.
We were tired, impatient and... oh, okay... maybe just a little bit stupid.
Because we got this bright idea to slide down the mountain on our rear ends. Sounds fun, doesn't it? Plus, that would HAVE TO speed things up so we could get to dinner quicker.
It was a blast. Right up until we hit the ledge, could go no further, and realized we had to climb all the way back up... in snow deeper than the dog.
Choo to the rescue. This poor, unsuspecting hiker stood at the top, giving us moral support, for the better part of an hour as we climbed back up to the trail.
* Learnin' somethin' new: On this hike we discovered our Mothers had christened both of us with the most ridiculous middle names. Mine is Irene, KC's is Maxine.