Tough Mudder (our version)

 

Remember that hiking trail that we found?  Last night we decided to check it out.  It had poured rain yesterday afternoon so the the path was a slippery, sloppy mess (which managed to disappear on more than one occasion due to overgrowth - see picture #4) and I got a shot of water to the face more than once when a branch jumped out from nowhere.  However, the rain also made us feel like we were walking through some kind of tropical forest with everything being so green and that fresh scent of rain and plants.  Hey a girl can dream can't she.

So, do you want to know what we found?  Two gorgeous meadows, that's what!  I know exactly where I will be spending the next available sunny Sunday afternoon with a good book, husband, and a picnic.

We also saw Bambi (in the meadow no less . . . you think the guy would learn) and two of his larger Elk counterparts which got the boy I was with rather excited and me rather scared (don't they charge or something)?

As is becoming tradition, we strolled back to the house just about the time that we couldn't quite see our hand in front of our face.

Pooh Sticks

 

The mister and I have a legitimate date all lined up for Thursday night, one that does not involve hiding under an umbrella or the possibility of wood ticks, but since Tuesday is our routine date night we decided to get out of the house anyway.

It started with a little comfy chair time at our local bookstore followed by a walk along the river.  And, what is a date night without a little friendly competition so at the first sight of a bridge I challenged my man to a game of Pooh Sticks.  The only problem was that the river is running so quickly right now it was difficult to determine who won.  Now, we all know that friendly competitions are no good without a champion (don't believe me ask a 6 year old) so I went ahead and took one for the team and announced that my stick had won.  Pooh agreed.

The night progressed with the largest dandelion (or something) find of the century, a "not as bad as it could have been" encounter with dog poop (in flip flops no less), and a moment of shelter from the rain under a pine tree.  Tonight was again proof at how little I actually know about this place where we live, so I am determined to keep exploring and seeing the sights from new angles.

In other news - husband tried to show off for me tonight in the kitchen by flipping water in a pan in the same way that a professional chef might flip a pancake.  I'll go ahead and let you decide how that one turned out.

Ta ta

Double Rainbow

 

I know that double rainbows kind of have a stigma attached to them now but there is no way to deny how beautiful they are  in person!

Walk the Other Way

 

Last night for our walk hubs and I decided to turn left out of our front door rather than our usual right and guess what we found . . . a golf course!

Whaaaaat?

"Impossible," you say - "golf courses don't just go hiding themselves in people's back yards."

Well, I would have agreed with you a mere 20 hours ago, but now I am beginning to even reconsider the authenticity of the bigfoot claims. A happy little unexpected strawberry bush would have been enough to prompt a squeal from me but an entire golf course . . .  who knew.  Just think of how excited I would be if I actually played golf!

Apart from it just being beautiful and green it gave us a whole new perspective of our neighborhood to look back across the golf course and down the valley.  Oh, and guess what we found just off of one of the holes (no not Noah's ark - good guess though) a hiking trail!  I can't wait to go for a hike and find out what is at the top of it.

Moral of the story, next time you go exploring your neighborhood do me a favor and turn in a direction that you never have before . . . you never know, you might just find the ocean!  Let me know how it goes.

Friday Night Hike

While most normal people view Friday night as a time to gather with friends, eat good food, and sip cocktails, my particular point of view says that it is much more fun to dodge flying golf balls, get lost in the woods and walk a mile home in the dark.  My point of view says that, I don't always agree with her though.

A brief explanation: husband and I decided to hike a new trail behind our house last night.  The short cut to the trail was along the local golf course, which apparently still had people playing on it at 7:30 at night.  A near death experience with a golf ball prompted us to take the long way around to the trail adding 45 extra minutes before we even got to the trail.  Then, since neither of us had ever taken this trail before we had no idea how long it would take us to get to the end or where the end was for that matter.  So, somewhere around 9pm just as the sun was setting we found our way back onto the street and proceeded to walk the mile home in the dark.

All in all I would say it was a successful hike although my point of view and I are going to have to have a serious talk before next Friday night rolls around.

POV you have been warned.