Really, I’m just killing time until bureaucratic enigmas solve themselves
For the past few weeks I have, semi-successfully, combated the drudgery of existing in a 9-5 window with weekend (or longer) escapes. This last weekend I turned a trail on Mt. Cheaha into an overnight trip. It was my sister’s birthday, and for some reason she decided she wanted to go hiking too. And then my other sister decided the same. I’m still not sure why: this is not exactly within their realm of comfort & familiarity.
It was an… interesting… trip.
The drive was long…
…but the weather was perfect.
Mystical abilities to remain always fashionable extended even to the wilderness.
It was cold; we experimented with a new recipe. There was much rejoicing.
…and ultimately, I think they had a good time, but intuition led me to believe they were happy to make it out of the woods. Call it a hunch.
