I’m sick of this particular hike. We’ve done it a zillion times. I’ve blogged about it four other times.
We have lots of un-blogged pictures from times in rain and shine, cold and hot, with friends, with family, with pup (the last is one of my favorite pics of all time.)
This time, we timed it to coincide with a clearing on the weather radar, but it was raining when we arrived, and I was cranky because I hadn’t brought a billed hat to keep rain off my glasses. I’m sick of rain, and I’m sick of wearing glasses.
Now I’ll show you beautiful photos from today (all taken by TBG) that will make you wonder just what my problem is. Don’t I know how fortunate I am to live in such a place? Don’t I realize that I live where others dream of vacationing? Of course, I know it. This is the place I chose as my home 25 years ago, and where I have lived more of my life than any other. Sometimes, though, I still have to just put one foot in front of the other and plod my way through it, oblivious to my surroundings. Then I get my attitude adjustment when I see the photos and recognize, once again, the riches that surround us.
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| sunbreak |
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tall tree perspective in the quintessential northwest forest |
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| what it looks like, almost always |
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| coming out on top |
As far as the rain, we weren’t quite out of the woods, with drops finding their way through the canopy for the last mile or so as we made our return.
Yes, it’s glorious and close to home and a good workout. Despite that, I’m giving myself permission to never have to do it again if I don’t want to. Amazingly, for as long as I’ve lived here (far longer for TBG) there are still plenty of places where we’ve never set our boots down. It is my mission to find them before we resort to this hike again, ingrate that I am.