After another night of coughing and sneezing and getting very little sleep, I decided to pull out the big guns for the cure: hiking.
It is, after all, the answer for eveything, right? So, Mike kindly drove me to the trailhead for Mary’s Peak, the tallest mountain in the coastal range. So up I went on the East Ridge trail: beautifully engineered, mantained, graded and signed. Almost too good really: I had to convince myself that I wasn’t in Central Park.
The elevation gain helped with that. It was foggy and crazy windy on top with, of course, not a single view. But who cared? the trees were amazing – huge noble firs and a gorgeous understory with fabulous meadows at the top, which I also didn’t see to their full extent.
The point is that the fresh air was wonderful; working my body was exactly what I needed. And then afterwards there was the joy of shopping at Trader Joe’s for tonight’s dinner, which includes champagne. Did I mention Trader Joe’s chocolate? Yeah, I got obscene amounts of it.
