Why do I hike?

 I'll tell you.  And I have blogged about it before but, people.......Jared and I have been married almost 3 years and we have figured this hiking- together thing out!

Go hiking because your husband wants to, and he's hot.

Also, this is your opportunity to wear cute leggings and those cute pink Nike's.  I love hiking clothes WAY more than hiking.

 

No, I didn't stop to take a picture of my shoes.  I stopped to make sure it wasn't ACTUAL blood running down my throat.  It wasn't.  Just the salty juice of out-of- shapeness.  Which I currently suffer from.  

Jared has learned not say "Let's go, babe" anymore.  He just waits.  When I need help getting up, he does this: 

That's my man.  At some point, before Jared is ready to be done, I will announce that I will not go any further.  We used to argue at this point.  Not anymore.  Jared settles me, kisses me, leaves my water bottle and sometimes a dog, and then keeps going.  I lay in recovery.....on bridges

 

On rocks,

 

By rivers,

 

You get the idea.

And when the true hikers come back, they are SO excited to see me!  And I them.

 

Then I follow them back down the mountain.

 

And take pictures of pretty things.

 

I know it's not "proper hiking" but I leave happy, and so does everyone else.  

It's a sweet life, and I'm so grateful it's mine.

Well, until I get a leg cramp in the middle of the night.