Out With the Man

No, I'm not tossing him out the door, we went out the door together. We took a hike and, rather than walking up the creek bed (like most people), I convinced him to take the trail up the "mountain". It wasn't really a mountain, but it could have been. It went straight up, giving us a good cardio workout, and then we peered ever so cautiously over the side of the cliff... Well, he did anyway. I stayed away from the edge. My legs felt like jelly from the climb and I opted not to take any chances.

 Me and he, with matching hats. Mine is hiding my reading glasses which are resting on top of my head.

We found a frog when we were down at the creek.

 Then we started up the road that went straight up the hill. Up and up and up.

James looking over the cliff. (He's braver than me.)

 And then we walked farther up the hill. 

 The view was amazing!

And then back down the road through the woods.

After all that climbing, we had ice cream cones for lunch. His was raspberry custard and mine was Irish cream.