Last week our neighbor told me about some hiking trails up behind our house, which apparently have gorgeous views of the ocean, with nothing but hills between here and there. I’d already sat on the couch and half-watched some trashy television and decided it was time to get off the couch and check it out. Never mind that it was chilly and windy. When I left the house there was a nice breeze, a bit of sun with patches of mist.
By the time I got up there it was raining, windy and frigid. Oh, and covered in mud. So, so much mud. The time I got up to the trails, and climbed up to the top of the biggest hill, it was windy enough to get blown over.
Photos to come!