Before I continue, I'd like to take a moment to point out that, when we weren't trudging over mountain trails, THIS is the sweet ride we used to get around in all weekend. I think Jon would smile if I shared with you the fact that I mistook it for a Mustang at first. We rode around for about an hour before I realized I was in a Camaro. Oopsie. I'm a girl. Sorry.
Ok, back to business. Here's the photo log:
This is a view from what I THOUGHT was the top of the trail, the END of the hike. Jon had news for me. "Oh, look, there's more trail over here!" growl...
I think we spent approximately 3 minutes at this lookout point. Did I mention cold? And wet? And windy?
In summary: between two hikes in 24 hours' time, one comedy club, one Star Trek movie (yeah, that's right, I saw a Star Trek movie. There's only one person on the planet who could get me to do that), two family get togethers, lots of driving around in a SUPER hot car that is definitely NOT a Mustang, a healthy dose of sleep deprivation, and one bout with an energy drink-induced tummy ache from hell, I believe I speak for us both when I say the weekend was a success.
Love you, Jon. Thanks for another great time.