Today ONE of us had a BRILLIANT idea. [sarcasm, if ya didn't know ...]
We went hiking.
Not a long hike, it was just about a mile and half ... uphill. Over sharp rocks. And did I mention all uphill? Up a STEEP hill.
Let me start at the beginning [a very good place to start]. E-Rocka works at this trail/animal type place. She invited Mard and I to go with her today, because it was a Special Day. We said "Sure! That'll be fun! And we can hike while you work!"
NOTE: Our first mistake.
Thinking this was a good idea, we went with her and she had to start working immediately, so we went outside to look at the animals in the cages [deer, owls, hawks, otters ... I'm completely serious right now]. Then we said "Hey. Let's go up the mountain."
Yes, you heard me. MOUNTAIN.
We waited until E-Rocka had her lunch break, and we set off.
Standing at the bottom, of course, I said "Psh! I can do this!"
Not even halfway up I said "I *pant pant* can't *pant pant* do this *pant, die*."
We sat down to have a break and eat. After this delightful, merciful break, E-Rocka said she had to go back to work. Back down the hill for her.
Mard and I set off alone.
3/4 of the way up we were lying on a rock panting again.
After about 15 more minutes, we reached the top! Beautiful view, etc.
Then we went back down again.
At 4:00 E-Rocka said "I'm off work! Now I want to climb that hill. Come with me."
Here's the good part: WE DID.
The view from halfway up The Mountain.
