Life continues apace. Yesterday there were 27,000 paces, in large part because I joined up with the Saturday walking group for a hike. I should have known better because those damn Germans ALWAYS seem to pick the hardest possible ascent to the mountaintop. I don’t mind a reasonable uphill with switchbacks even if they’re steep. But a vertical climb just pisses me off somehow. My fitbit says I had 12 minutes of peak heart rate yesterday and I do recall the pounding in my chest while I muttered curses all the way up. Oh well.

After we made the climb the rest of the hike was really a piece of cake. Just walked the dirt road along the ridge line and then an easy descent to the beach.

Today I did an uneventful trek on My Bitch. And walked the dogs. You read that right, both dogs. I honestly didn’t think Lucky would make the entire 30 minutes I do with Buddy, but he surprised me. What a trooper. As we walked by the shack where Lucky used to live, a cute young woman came out and asked to take his picture. She said he used to be her dog. Well. Many thoughts raced through my head as she squatted down to get a photo. The thought I didn’t have until after we had moved on was “hey, anytime you want to come visit Lucky at my place you are welcome!”. Damn it.

Oh well, that’s the latest from my so-called life…