My kids and I tumbled into the car Saturday morning and went for a hike, even though it was kinda chilly. We hiked to this:
Around here, this is iconic. Y Mountain. It was originally supposed to have three letters up there B and Y and U, but it took so much effort to get the Y there, that they never finished the other two. There's a switchbacked trail with 11 turns (there are signs announcing which turn you're on and how long to the next one). I think it's sissified. They may as well pave the thing and set golf carts up it. But my personal feelings aside, it is a good gage to see how fit you are for other summertime hikes. If you don't pause at every turn you can work up a good sweat, but with two of my three kids wanting to take breathers, I bowed to the pressure and we stopped regularly. (As a side note: my middle child was as annoyed by the pauses as I was. I don't like interruptions when I have a goal in my sights. I think he just wanted to get the hike over with.)
We got to the Y in less time than I thought we would. My kids are troopers. I attribute it to the hill we had to climb to get to our house in Wellington. (In fact, hiking to the Y was much like that, but longer.)
When I say this is a sissified hike, what I mean is that it's overused. It's too civilized. Not that it's only for sissies. It's a pretty good incline. Some amazingly lunged people even run up and down the trail, which I think would count as superhuman. But as a hike, in nature, it leaves something to be desired.
My favorite part of the day though, was after the hike.
All sweaty and grimy, we drove back home, and on the way passed a humoungo yard sale. Some sort of fundraiser for a high school baseball team, but I don't really care about that. What I care about, was that I got to fill bags and bags full of nice clothes and I paid less for the whole thing than I would have for ONE item of clothing in a store.
I freely and fully admit my tightfistedness. I am a cheapskate.
But how can I deny myself when it makes me so, so happy?
Bless you yard salers. And bless this delightful season.