Or maybe I should say bitches, since I had a feeding, too.
Anyway, I decided to change my usual Sunday stroll into a hike by traversing the My Bitch trail from one end to the other. I’ve gotten to where I play it safe by not hiking offroad by myself. So much can go wrong, and one slip, trip, or fall can leave you in a world hurt. But street walks can get boring, and the Bitch is like an old friend, so I decided to cautiously risk it.
Here’s the story of my hike in pictures:
I did my usual afternoon routines (nap, blog, and Netflix), then it was off to Hideaway for the Sunday feeding.
When it was time to leave my Hideaway, I wanted to try something on the newer end of the bar spectrum. Mugshots was open, and so I popped in.
I enjoyed my visit to Mugshots and do intend to stop in on a more regular basis in the future. I was going to do the Green Room for my nightcap, but they were jammed packed with customers, so I went next door to Wet Spot and had one more for the road, then triked home safe and sound.
I was feeling the gay pride on my morning dog walk today:
And finally, it’s Memorial Day, and it is my tradition to honor my great Uncle Frank Foltz, who was killed by a German sniper a little more than a month before the end of the war. He’s the only member of my clan that I know of who was killed in the service of our nation.
1 thought on “Sunday with My Bitch”
Nice, serene walk along a familiar trail.
Thanks, as always, for the pics—of the trail, of the food, of the local life.
A mindful Memorial Day to you. We’re all arrows, in a sense. May we fly far.
Nice, serene walk along a familiar trail.
Thanks, as always, for the pics—of the trail, of the food, of the local life.
A mindful Memorial Day to you. We’re all arrows, in a sense. May we fly far.