more of the ow

Someone please tell me why I went on a five-mile hike with nearly a thousand foot elevation with someone I don’t even like.

I mean, me. Hiking. Outdoors. Thank goodness no peeing was involved.

The highlight was stopping to munch brie and grapes. O, and I think there was some nice scenery, but I couldn’t tell because my hiking partner was practically RUNNING down the trail, which was fashioned solely of redwood roots.

The ow has returned. Please banish the ow from my life.

About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

Posted on 6 Aug 2003 in Diary