In the celebration of my mother's aging, we went hiking. It was really fun and we marched along a stream very peacefully until we stopped and my mom realized that this wasn't the steep mountain climb she had planned on, so we turned around. Apparently, we had taken the wrong trail. Eventually, we found the right trail. We all looked up and groaned. It was practically a mountain climb. It honestly wasn't that bad, but complaining is fun for everyone. (Cough cough...just me.) It was about 2 1/2 hours long and I would point out that I had sore arms and legs from swim practice, but I won't. That would be complaining. And even though we were only in Connecticut, we stayed in a hotel to get the full experience. By full experience I mean shopping and eating and you know...shopping.
My dad would like to use the blogging device I am typing on right now, so I have to stop writing and allow him to do so. Also, my dog is attacking my sock. I'll try to write more often.
Melita has left the building.
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