On June 8, I climbed Old Rag Mountain in Shenandoah National Park. The plan was to hike to the top, eat lunch, do some yoga in front of a spectacular view, and come back down. Unaware of what I was in for, I got home scraped, bruised, and exhausted 12 hours later.
The Kitties were worn out just from hearing about it, except for Lily who was just glad I got home. That makes two of us!
|(Illustration Friday: June 14, 2013)|
We got some good views along the way, at least....
|Kiara and I hold it together.|
|Flowers even grow on mountains!|