So, Spooney and I are off this weekend to the Goretex Vortex.
Yes, we are visiting GKL and SV in the land of Boulder, where fleece is considered appropriate attire for fine dining, as long as it's pretty clean.
My forays into the land of comfortable footwear are always made exciting by the fact that sis inevitably arranges for me to climb a mountain or trek through puma country or some other such outdoorsy nonsense. During the latter adventure, I learned what granola bars taste like! Unfortunately, they do not taste good. I wonder why so many people buy them? Although their "flavor," reminiscent of cardboard rolled in rabbit pellets, may explain why there are like fifteen billion kinds of granola bars in Trader Joe's. I think they're just trying every variation they can think of, hoping one of them will accidentally approach "palatable."
Anyhoo, this time, we are white-water rafting, which I am excited about. I am. Much in the same way I am excited about surviving the 101/405 interchange on the Friday before a 3-day weekend, but still. As long as I do not become the subject of some Jon Krakauer article for Outside magazine entitled "What Was She Thinking?" I'll consider the weekend a success.
Spooney is, I believe, "stoked" about the rafting thing. He has been rafting many more times than I have. I have been once. I was 25. I went in the water. I do not want to go in the water again. That will be my goal.
Meanwhile, I have posted the above picture of my kitchen window as ju-ju to bring both Spooney and me home safely. Let's all have fun this weekend, and let's all get home safely, okay?
See you next week.