When my husband casually mentioned that things were slated to be rather slow at work for the next few days, I flippantly said, "Well why don't you just take a vacation day and we'll find something fun to do?"
Later that afternoon he emailed to say he was taking Wednesday off, the weather was supposed to be fantastic, and we should plan to explore a new mountain or waterfall.
I love it when a plan comes together.
Sure we took plenty of breaks and stops along the way.
But I'm a rather aging wimp who thought carrying a backpack with six water bottles, snacks, and a first aid kit was going to be the death of me.
But, doggone it, my backpack was still heavy. So there.
So they did. While I sat and guzzled a water bottle with the backpack far removed from me.