We had a fantastic Saturday. A walk on the beach which ended with Abigail’s attempt to climb Mt. Sand Dune and Hank and I’s blissful rest on the sand. Closing my eyes with my hat, sweatshirt, and jeans I could almost imagine that I was somewhere warm. My face felt hot at least…it was perfect.
“You had a good Saturday?” the Coast said to me. “I’ll see your good Saturday and raise you an even better Sunday.”
All bets were off at that point. Oh sweet, blue sky and 55 degree weather (which in running is 75 degree weather, requiring shorts and a t-shirt) you do know how to get my heart a-pounding.
PS: That’s not a Christmas tree. It’s an Oregon tree that just happens to have lights on it. And it may just stay up all year….