Someone please tell me why I went on a five-mile hike with nearly a thousand foot elevation with someone I don’t even like.
I mean, me. Hiking. Outdoors. Thank goodness no peeing was involved.
The highlight was stopping to munch brie and grapes. O, and I think there was some nice scenery, but I couldn’t tell because my hiking partner was practically RUNNING down the trail, which was fashioned solely of redwood roots.
The ow has returned. Please banish the ow from my life.