The thing is, lately, if I weren't posting about going for a walk, I wouldn't be posting about anything at all (except for maybe shucking five pounds of peanuts). I'll let you decide which is preferable.
It rained all day yesterday so Sam and I didn't get outside (hence, the shucking of the peanuts - which I'm pretty sure is what most people do on rainy days) - so we made up for it today.
The rain tapered off by late morning so we started weighing our possible route options for an afternoon walk. This is not as easy as it sounds. We're running low on ideas for places that are new and different - which explains our drive to the Quabbin the other day.
Today, as we were getting ready to retrace our well-worn path through Neighboring Town #1, Sam got an email from some family friends who talked about all of the walks they had been going on, and one place they mentioned was walking through Neighboring Town #2.
I'm not sure why I never thought of this. Old age? Fatigue? Old age? Probably a combination of all three. In any case, it sounded like an idea good enough to be my own, but we went anyway.
I've been to this area many, many times and several times, I've driven by here with Sam. But this is the first time we've walked this area as extensively, either alone or together.
It was a nice walk through a mostly rural area. Sam managed to deal with a brief whiff of the aroma emanating from a massive pile of cow manure - before suggesting we make a turn down an adjoining dirt road. And for the most part, we both managed to zigzag past the large and frequent puddles filled with mud, water or otherwise.
With today's walk, our grand total for walking this week (so far) is just under twelve miles. I'm pretty sure that this is more walking than I did for the entire year last year (excluding back and forth to the bathroom).
We may or may not get out again tomorrow. We'll have to wait and see. As I write this, it's raining out, yet again, hard - this time accompanied by thunder and lightning.
I guess we made it back just in time.
I don't know if this storm will clear out by tomorrow. If we do get out, I'm pretty sure it will be to Neighboring Town #1. They have a pizza shop we like, and Sam and I both agree that ordering a pizza to bring home after a long Saturday morning walk sounds like a pretty good idea - which, by the way, I sometimes have.
Anyway, here are more pictures...
3 comments:
DAD. These photos are BREATHTAKING.
(i don't think i've ever really used that word before)
Thanks very much.
It was a lovely walk.
Ah! Cow manure! The sweet aroma of farm girls!
Sam would be in his element at the Annual Inverell Bachelor and Spinster's Ball.
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