So, we decided to climb a mountain as one of our last epic hurrahs.
Ok, so it might have been called the "Billy Goat Trail," but don't be fooled folks. It was all about grabbing rocks and hoisting my feeble body up boulders. I felt like James Franco from 127 Hours. Well I'm assuming that's how he felt, considering I never saw that movie.
|Optimistic about our adventure!|