Another Day, Another Mountain

Days like today remind me of one of my heros, John Muir, and his love of the Sierra. Anyway, I will spare you my feeble and fumbling attempts at describing the majesty of nature and the spirits found in these cathedrals by sharing pictures instead of words. Please enjoy.

Hiking on the Eno

Since moving to the Triangle I’ve been longing for more of the random things to do like Screen on the Green and/or the plethora of museums and street fairs that DC has. I hadn’t realised until this weekend how much that had meant in terms of ignoring all of the other things I used to do while I was in DC. This weekend Jake and I finally opened our eyes.

Thanksgiving!

This year Jake and I decided to spend the holiday with friends here in North Carolina rather than trek to Alabama or Virginia, as is the norm. Up in Rougemont a friend of ours hosts at his house and many more friends come from as far away as Colorado and California for the weekend. This year there were 22 of us under one roof, three turkeys, and one salted ham.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

I tend to think Sundays should be at least twice as long as all other days of the week. That’s because it’s the only day of the week that I don’t have work. Sunday is the day of the week that I get to sleep in and be lazy.