When I am up in the hills on an RPR I can write wonderful journal entries in my head but when we get back home and I sit down to type it up, it has all fled my brain.
Yesterday's RPR was quite fun. Very drizzly. We started out on the logging roads but ended up offroad to get from one road to another. Offroading in a logged over area requires considerable balance skills due to all of the debris left behind from a logging operation. Couple that with the grasses, brambles and other vegetation that has started to grow and it turns into an obstacle course.
My cousin, an avid outdoorsman, just had his first child, a baby boy. I told him I would bake him a huckleberry pie in congratulations. In the course of yesterday's ramble we scoped out huckleberry bushes, did some picking and actually beat the bears to the crop. I also found a patch of the highly coveted little wild blackberries where the casual picker would never go and the berries are HUGE!
The scale showed 186.2 when I got up, 185.4 after we explored. Maybe you don't have your lowest weight first thing in the morning! Whatever. I just want to fit in the next size down as this size is too loose, the next size down is too tight.
Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.