This past weekend, Ken had the chance to climb Mt. Washington, the highest peak in the Northeast (not in Washington State like I first thought…..thank you #blonde). The mountain is also known for its erratic weather, and had the world record for highest windspeed (231 mph) from 1933-1996. Yikes! Despite a dicey looking forecast earlier in the week, Ken and his group had terrific conditions, and a successful climb (and a great time). Enjoy the pictures!
Minimal avalanche danger. Always a good thing….
One of Ken’s pet peeves is listening to me LISTEN to music to add to my playlists. Yes, it is a lot of stops and starts, but I need to in order to find good workout music! Since I am yet again running the NYC marathon and doing lots of long training runs, I am fired up for my newest running playlist. Sorry, Babers! And yes, a reminder on why I run.
Hiking this summer. Yes, hiking is not running, and there is no ipod or music involved in hiking, but it is the closest thing I have to a recent running photo
I had the opportunity to go on a day hike with my Papa yesterday without the kids (Thank you, Nana!!) and it was a gorgeous 8 mile loop. Iron Mountain is known for its wildflowers — with over 300 species of flowers scattered throughout the meadows and mountain. It was a gorgeous terrain with a mixture of fields, forest, views, flowers, and trees. Enjoy the pictures!
Oregon trees. The very best.
Not that there is much difference between a weekend and a weekday during my summer vacation in Oregon, but we have had a great last couple of days. My brother and his family came down from Seattle, and there was a constant influx of noise, commotion, and chaos, combined with love, laughter, and happiness. When the two of our families are at my parents house (minus Ken, who is working in New York but coming out on Friday!), there is A LOT going on, but we all love being together so much. Here is a look at what we did. A lot of outdoor activities, as normal:
We set up a tent in the backyard for the cousins to sleep in.
My husband likes to joke with me that my stories need to be “shorter and funnier.” So, this post, although not funny, is short with no words. Just pictures. A recent field trip adventure to the Oregon Coast a la Ansel Adams.