My rear end has finally healed after Alexander. This is a good thing because I'd started to replace all the hours on the bike with obsessive house-cleaning. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing, but I'd reached the point of scrubbing floor boards with a toothbrush. Enough said. Time on the bike was necessary.
I started with a ride to work. My office mates have come to accept the collection of shoes stashed under my desk. I can ride to work with a backpack filled with lunch and a dress, then ditch the backpack and go exploring on the ride home.
Of course, after two weeks with no exploring, I got distracted on the way TO work instead.
Thankfully I discovered I can cut through the woods and across the back lawn at work, which allows me to slink through the back door and pretend I was there much earlier....at least until one of the students in a back classroom sees me out the window.
Chili Uno and I ventured out again after work, determined to explore some new territory on a tip from The Discerning Hobo.
We found the firepit of all firepits.
Ventured down, down, down...
To the tiniest slot canyon ever.
Ummmm....not the romantic hunting weekend I had pictured in my head, but maybe we can compromise.