

I followed George, as he tried to prance through the forest in a type of jogging routine. Why people try to do a running walk seems a little confusing to me...just relax and enjoy the forest. But, here he was with his arms up like a boxer, mincing his steps around the potholes and mud pies. I could almost imagine him wearing a pink lace tutu, cavorting thusly, and saying, "oh my, oh my".
We made arrangements with our sons Taraz and Rahmat, to go together on an extended hike on Sunday up at Cougar Mountain. They brought their friend, Megan, and we had a long afternoon hike along Cold Creek. I'll have photos of that hike at my 4:00 posting, when I have a chance to check my photos.