8 Miles High

Hiked Beacon Rock yesterday. A sunny oasis amongst weeks of wet. Our 34-month old split time between walking and bouncing on my shoulders. Becca, eight months knocked up, kept turning heads with her beautiful belly, and received half a dozen admiring comments about her Amazonian babeliness. So we huffed and puffed and made the top.

So many shades of green. Thick, dense, delicate, beautiful green. I love it here. Kept thinking that the toppa the rock would make a great concert backdrop for Colorblind Soldiers. They gotta get some better roadies first.