Hugh, the Cub and I are leaving for an overnight trip today; we are celebrating Labor Day by hiking to a waterfall, which, since it is a four-hour hike, round-trip, is a fairly good tribute to labor. You know, in my opinion.
I have been working out pretty steadily since last spring, but I haven't been on a hike in years, unless you count the Zombie Apocalypse event that I supervised for work a couple of months ago, and I don't.
So, If you don't hear from me for a few days, you will know why: heights + long hike + exhaustion + my out-of-shape ass = possible recipe for disaster.
Wish me luck.