
I am all tuckered out.
Yesterday we went back to Peshastin Pinnacles (which kicked my butt last week when it was sunny and hot), and it was overcast, warm but not too warm, with a light breeze. In short, it was perfect weather for clambering up a ginormous hill. I did a half-assed day in pictures which I will upload... sometime. We ended up going up this (at times very very steep) trail which looked partly like a trail and partly like a sandy land slide. Going down we went down this trail which looked partly like a trail and partly like a sandy land slide ending in a very very steep rockface. It is, apparently, not the most traveled trail in that little park. The shoes, much angsted over, worked just fine. Every now and again I had to empty out a small desert from the toes, but I was okay with that and pleased with the grip they had on rock faces.
I woke up today with aching shoulders - there was a lot of grabbing and pushing and steadying involved in our little jaunt yesterday.
We did a little bike ride today. Somewhere on the order of a mile and a half. The first half, however, was against the wind. Against the Ellensburg wind which, at this moment, is blowing at 15 mph, with gusts that are probably more significant. Our thighs were burning a bit, fighting against the wind, compounded with climbing around yesterday. So I am all tuckered out.
Also, I rediscovered honey. I ate some pretzels last night, and put some mustard and honey on the side for a homebrew honey mustard sauce. And today I bought some French Vanilla icecream because I thought the honey might be nice on it. Bees are awesome.
I'm afraid of how sore my thighs might be tomorrow. I worry about hobbling. But it's good. It's good to be sore. I should be sore more often. I should stretch more often too.