You know what I haven’t done in a while? Photoblog! [Don’t I usually preface my photoblogs like that? Yes. But also, I thought to myself – shouldn’t I put up some more pictures of moi so that people will recognize me at Blogher? Wee!]
These were pictures from when Sarah was here last week. There is a little trail a ways outside town, up toward the mountains, named Dripping Springs. Very pretty – and a lot harder on my weak-ass self than I remembered when I climbed it with Martina about a year ago. Maybe I was in better shape. Being an academic is making me doughy; especially when reviewing these pictures.
The beginning of the trail:
Sarah discovered that it really is just dripping:
This was the view all around us as we headed into the shelter of the mountains:
I look worried and J looks bemusedly at my camera angle. I say, “Look at the placing of that trail so beautifully behind us in the shot. I totally meant to do that.”
We were tired. We were hot. We weren’t caring about double chins or flabby arms. [Oh, well, she wasn’t.] We were really just waiting for what was going to happen in the pictures after this one.
And naturally, after a whole day in nature [Allow myself to introduce myself?] it has to come down to this:
Thank godness I’m not going to be a teacher, or dating anyone Catholic or Mormon, because that there – had a lot of alcohol in it. And I drank it. So there.