We took a little hike on boxing day. This spot on Grey Mountain Road is not far from where we live is about a 15 min drive and a 30 min walk from where we live in Riverdale. If we were a little more ballsy we could have actually driven to this spot but there was a few inches of fresh snow on the road and we were warned by hikers that the road gets narrow and difficult the higher up you go. We ended up parking and doing the rest of the road on foot. As we were walking, a station wagon careened up the hill. Where the snow got deep we could see where the undercarriage of the car had left tracks in the snow and we came across it later, almost at the top where the road ends at the cell tower. The next time do this hike we will see if Fi can make it all the way up, then we'll take the trail across the top of the mountain.
I love this picture of my husband, Richard, from yesterday. He looks happier than I've seen him look for a very long time. He's taken to northern life like a duck to water. He loves the views, the majesty of the mountains, the exploring to be done, and he secretly loves to chop wood. You can tell because his most frequent question is, "Do we need more wood chopping?" You can also tell by the way he admires his new, strong biceps.
We've heard over and over, "You either love it here or you hate it," from locals, many of them recent locals themselves. Then they peer at us intently and say "How do you like it here?" I'm always slightly surprised they need to ask, I'm sure it must be written all over the silly grins on our faces. We love it.
Yesterday was another one of those days. One of those great days. We took a road trip to a place we know very well from our cruise ship days. More about that later!
I tend to get distracted from my work by the view out of my office window. Can you blame me?