more of the ow

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.

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