Last weekend, the four of us decided to go on a hike to admire the changing seasons (actually, Raven and I were picturing more of a sit on a blanket and read/knit/chitchat-time, but whatever). Donnie recommended a trail featuring a limestone kiln and a lookout over the Kentucky River. He reassured all of us that it was a short, novice trail. Very level. No physical strain required.
I’m sure you can guess where this is going.
There were several factors working against us: It was almost 80 degrees, we are pretty much all out of shape, Raven and I aren’t exactly crazy about outdoor activities to begin with, I had on a cute top, Donnie was WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING… So, obviously, a fabulous time was had by all. I will spare you the whiney details about the trip, but just know that it ended with Donnie apologizing profusely.
The fabled Kiln.
We made David get in it.
When you are staring at the ground because you’re afraid that you’ll trip and plummet to an untimely death, you notice purple leaves and mossy rocks.
Well, here it is… the Kentucky River. With a big ol’ Bob Ross tree in the way.
Thank god we brought snacks, or else we would have had to kill and eat someone (possibly that spry young couple who skipped along the same trail that completely exhausted me for 3 days with CHILDREN STRAPPED TO THEIR BACKS).
The blazing hot sun and, far off in the distance, David and Donnie.
The ones that didn’t quite make it…
We forgive you, Donnie.
Blahahahahahahah! I LOVE it. Definitely material for a sit-com.
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