Happy Inauguration Day! I’ve been watching on CNN.com. I just can’t seem to move away from the screen even though there are long stretches that are just people in the crowd waiting. Yes, waiting people! Awesome! Everything about this Inauguration Day seems extra exciting and inspiring.
In other news, we spent a chunk of this last weekend at the beach. I am so in love with living in Portland. I know that I am like one of those obnoxious people who is newly in love and just cannot stop talking about their great new s.o. Sorry about that. It cannot be helped. It’s warm out and the beach is just an hour and a bit away! Truthfully though (shh… don’t tell Portland) when I actually get to the coast I always think why don’t we live HERE? An hour and a bit really seems like too much, doesn’t it? I want to see the ocean every day. Every. Single. Day. In all of its smashing and sparkling glory with little crooked trees and cliffs everywhere.
We set out to check out a new coast trail we hadn’t been on before (Falcon Head). It’s always good to have a goal like checking out a new hike to feel like you’ve achieved something. You can check the trail off the list in the guide book and you get that nice accelerated heart rate that a five mile hike will give you.
This didn’t actually work out so much. We started down the old growth forest path (no little crooked trees here, these were the big ones), it smelled good, was oh so green, but then we hit some mud. We skirted right around. Then some more mud — bigger, squishier and less easily skirtable mud. But we managed. Then the trail disappeared into some really serious mud — regular squishy, super squishy and some of the puddle variety. This was TOO MUCH mud. It didn’t help that as I was trying to do some tricky jumping and mud dodging maneuvurs that I fell forward and the weight of my backpack shot to one side completely unbalancing me and I was only just saved from a full body mud dive by a hand. (See previous blog entry on not having access to laundry to see why having super muddy clothes would be bad).
So we didn’t have any choice but to go the opposite direction down to the beach to spend the rest of the day bumming around soaking up some sunshine instead of going on a nice brisk hike.
Which made me think that we need an emergency preparedness kit — probably one of the regular kind for mud slides and whatnot, but more importantly an emergency preparedness kit for Fun Times. With beach towels and a frisbee. Maybe a tank top.
Because it was seriously hot out. I didn’t believe the forecast. It’s usually a bit chilly on the beach even in the summer. But not so this weekend.
Here I am at the beginning of the trip with my long underwear (not pictured), wool sweater, heavy fleece, and goretex jacket (my hat and gloves are in my pack):
Two layers down:
Seriously wishing I hadn’t worn long underwear:
Also, I’ve been tagged by Lisa Nowak. More on this next post!
Happy Inauguration Day!