I had big plans to wear my pretty new (read: thrifted) Easter dress (read: old lady dress that I shortened) in its happy Easter colors (read: neon plaid), but I woke up this morning to drizzle and a Rocket Scientist with a hankering to go hiking. So I spent most of my day in my ratty jeans and a Camelback, hiking through a gulch (5 miles, which feels impressive until I remember that we regularly do 20 miles in my spin class, so today we were just slothenly slackers).
The entrance to the gulch:
Since the winter run off is still high, we forded the river that runs through the gulch 17 times each way. The Rocket Scientist though we’d only have to cross the water 12 times; I guessed 16. So, Price is Right style, I win. But, in the end, it’s not so much that I was right that the Rocket Scientist was so, so wrong. Continue reading
