Post-hike happiness...
he knows a peanut butter treat is in his future.
After work, we zipped up to Whitecap Mountain for a near 4-mile hike. The snow has disappeared for the most part and there's minimal ice left.
Within the first 5 minutes of the hike, we met a family of 4. As I glanced up the hill, I could tell they were pulling a wheelchair backwards up the hill. A little girl of about 5 or 6 called Bailey a sweetie or a similar term and the elderly woman in the wheelchair reached out to pet him. The two women yanking on the wheelchair, daughters I assumed, had purple hair.
"We're having a picnic," said one woman.
"Perfect!" I said.
And off we went so they could set up their meal.
Post Script: It just struck me that I believe the older woman may have had purple hair, too. Reminds me of a poem I used to read to my students back in high school, "When I am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple." I hope they had a memorable picnic on the slopes of Whitecap Mountain.
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| Bailey peeing on the Black/White Trail sign. |
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| From the Black/White Trail... Sunday River with The Presidential Range in the background.
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