Right off the top, I have to admit that I spent a good part of the day thinking it was Sunday – not Saturday. Maybe, just maybe, if I’d had my days straight, I might have indulged myself with another day of rest and recovery from my awful crud. But I did not. By nine o’clock, the dogs and I were out the door and off for a tour of Mount Tzouhalem. It was cloudy, but I had hopes of rising above the clouds. – well-founded hopes as it turned out.
No, I was not in top form. I went pretty slowly. When a brief bout of nausea hit about an hour after setting out, a brilliant thought leapt into my mind: I sweated tons yesterday and during the night. In other words, I lost an awful lot of body minerals and salts. It I’d thought it through, I would have downed a litre of electrolytes before setting out. But I didn’t and I always do carry some with me. But it was cold and I couldn’t be bothered to stop and mix up a bottle. So I didn’t.
I snacked on a famous banana power cookie fifteen minutes later and that seemed to do the trick. At Jitka’s bench we were truly above the clouds and into snow. It was utterly beautiful. Interestingly, this side of the mountain gets almost no traffic. It all seems to go directly from the parking lot at the Properties to the cross and back. Otherwise, we pretty much had the trails to ourselves. We hiked the ridge, then down to the nature preserve for lunch and then back to the green trail loop and home – five beautiful hours.
And now I’ve had a lovely power nap, lots of chocolate and chamomile tea with honey. I don’t think I have to feel the least bit guilty about putting my feet up for the rest of the day. I may even be able to entice Simon into another game of Scrabble!
Speaking of whom, Simon is playing again on Friday at the Shipyard Pub! I get to dance again! I get to listen to him again and watch him play and feel my heart skip beats every time he smiles at me. Could my life be any better? Silly question.