A Hike for Our Health

Katya was very disregulated this morning. Usually she rocks and flaps in the car and in church–today she was oddly still. Her emotions, however, were all over the place–tears to laughter to anger to loving hugs in no time flat. It isn’t even full moon–though we are in the middle of a sudden weather change.

So we took her for a hike to see if outdoors and exercise would help.

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-Before we began-

The trail was much steeper than we thought it would be, but Katya is an amazing hiker and went bouncing along ahead of us, hollering for us to hurry up and come on!

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-Red bud-

She kept saying “Hot! Hot! Cold!” This is the first summer she’s had enough body fat to get really warm from exercise, and it was a new experience for her. She wanted to be cold again!

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-A barn from the 1800’s along the trail-

This is Katya heading back down the trail, after a  nearly 4mi hike. She was nice and calm, and rocked the whole way home.

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-Headed back down-

 

Views From Spring Break: The Bridge

We had to take Katya to a doctor over Easter Weekend, and drove through this cute little town, with the most amazing bridge! I had forgotten my camera at home, so all photos are stolen from Mum’s FB. In all fairness, I did take 3 of the four.

The bridge ran through the middle of the river, instead of merely crossing it–something that this picture doesn’t show at all.  It does show a cool mill.  If I can gain access to Mum’s phone, I will put up a better one, later.

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Katya loved jumping to make the bridge rock and sway. She was rather giddy with happiness.

 

Bridge 2

Bridge 1

 

It was cold and windy, and we later took refuge in a used book shop–yes, purchases were made– before taking a recommendation for a local eatery. After all, what’s the fun of traveling if you always eat at the same chain restaurant?

Bridge

 

 

 

Views From Spring Break: Daffodils on the Dresser

We’ve really been trying to get more exercise this year, to make up for the long, asthmatic months of winter when too many of us don’t dare to poke our noses out of doors.

Chad and I went for a walk on a little used–yet comfortingly populated–road, and found this perfect drinking glass half buried on the bank. We also found an abandoned homestead foundation, an old rock retaining wall, wonderfully twisted trees, a vintage pop can much crushed, and a fascinating skeleton (we think it was a opossum); but we couldn’t take any of those things with us. Well, maybe the skeleton, but the bits that were below ground smelled a bit rank yet, so we left it.  Also, this glass makes a perfect vase.

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