I had to laugh at and share this shot, because in it I look like I textbook combination of my parents.
While this provides some assurance that my family tree is as advertised, it is also a bit frightening: I look like my parents did when I was a teenager.
Ah, well: aging beats the alternative.
Yeah, I pushed it, especially considering the altitude (2,500 feet), but it felt so GOOOOOD!!!
So for my first cheat meal since beginning my training program at the beginning of August, I was going to have this box of sliders and order of baked fries.
Well, I could only manage to eat four of the sliders, and after one french fry I realized that something had happened to my appetite since starting on this journey: I didn’t much like french fries anymore.
So The Kid got two sliders and the fries, and I am perfectly happy going right back to my nutrition program.
Next cheat meal will be during my sabbatical three weeks hence, during my stopover in Portland, Oregon.
At the moment I am thinking about Pine Street Biscuits. Thoughts?
Mt. Charleston obscured, Red Rock Canyon below. It’s a warm, comfortable hotel room, but somehow I’d much rather be in a tent up there somewhere.
My wife thinks I am crazy. No doubt she is spot on.
Thansgiving dawns with rain over Paradise Valley. There is something about the desert in the rain that I love.
As long as I am not sitting in an arroyo, of course.