Let me just start by saying something I’m sure I’ve said before: I hate the heat. With a passion.
Mother Nature is a finicky beast these days. It’s supposed to be Spring. Last I checked, Spring temperatures aren’t supposed to be in the 80’s. Then again, the people in Nebraska did just get snow and the folks in Minnesota will be in sub-zero temperatures this week.
For me, anything over 70-degrees (F) and I start visualizing what life could be like on an ice floe. Summer is the time of year in which I curl up next to my air conditioning unit and sing love songs to it. Tell it that it’s beautiful, and reaffirm just how much I love it so that it continues working throughout these wretched Virginia summers.
On to my sticky, hot, sweaty, disgusting, bug-infested hike.
Alright, so it really wasn’t that bad, but it was hot, and BOB (aka: the sun) sure did his damndest to make his presence known. Also, I’m just not a big fan of anything with more than four legs. Once one crawls on me, I swear I feel them for the next day and a half. It’s not so much that I can’t deal with it, it’s just the one unfortunate, truly annoying aspect of time spent outdoors that I just never get used to – even after years spent between the pacific northwest and the overly humid south in the gulf.
We trekked about 9 miles, scrambled over a few rock formations, nearly squished a colony of ladybugs, and sweated a good five pounds off. Check the wicked sweat mark on the front of my tank top! Kind of proud of it to be honest.
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