Summer is officially over. We had our first day of rain in a month. Going to hike up to the lookout rock in Deep Cove now that it has cleared up.
Derek and I moved to Deep Cove in the North Shore mountains a couple of months ago. I love being back in the mountains. (We lived in the valley for a few of years in between).
Just the amount of hiking and biking over the last month and I'm finally getting back in shape and fitting into my old jeans. It feels great.
The extra chub slows you down, makes it harder to run to the fridge for a beer.
This years new expensive hobby will be skiing. Derek and I are going to buy skis for the winter. I have been skiing twice in my life.
The first time, moments after donning my sturdy rental skis, I lost control on a hill and slammed into the side of a building neatly snapping both skis in two.
Needless to say they were very impressed in the rental shop.
I actually got a round of applause.
The second time, within 20 feet from the top of my first chairlift up, I fell and dislocated my shoulder. Had to be brought down in a bright orange sled. That wasn't half embarrassing.
Coordination isn't one of my strong points.
later: We just got back from the hike to the lookout rock. It's a great hike with a great view, 5 minutes from home and only takes an hour (40 mins at a run).