I’ve had such a wonderful week in Colorado. We have Haley’s wedding tomorrow, then we’ll head home before daylight Sunday morning.
Marlboro Man and Tim arrived, so Missy and I are taking them up to the top of the mountain to do the ropes course this morning, and we’re racing them because we pretty much have to turn everything into a competition of women vs. men. Please light a candle for us womenfolk morning. We must beat our spouses, or we will never hear the end of it. Our trash talking has been profound.
I’ve been walking in the evenings because I haven’t wanted to fall out of my habit, and it’s been wonderful and exhilarating to walk in the mountains.
But while I do love walking in the mountains, it always makes me think of home. So I thought I’d do an evening walk comparison to see how it all shakes out.
THE CREEK
This is the creek I pass on my evening walk in the mountains.
This is the creek I pass on my evening walk back home.
Okay, so it’s a wash so far.
MOUNTAINS: 1
COUNTRY: 1
THE AIR
In the mountains, the air is crisp and cool.
In the country, the air is thick and hot.
MOUNTAINS: 1
COUNTRY: 0
CATCHING MY BREATH
In the mountains, I have to stop and catch my breath.
In the country, I breathe just fine.
MOUNTAINS: 0
COUNTRY: 1
MY APPEARANCE
In the mountains, there are other people around and I have to consider what I look like.
In the country, there are only horses and cattle around. They could care less what I look like.
MOUNTAINS: 0
COUNTRY: 1
THE DOGS
In the mountains, there are dogs. But they belong to other people.
In the country, there are dogs.
(The buttheads.)
MOUNTAINS: 0
COUNTRY: 1
THE CATS
In the mountains, I have not seen a single cat.
In the country, my cat walks with me.
THE RESULTS
Looks like the country wins it!
Oh, don’t get me wrong, Colorado. I love and adore you.
But I’m afraid I’ll always be partial to home.
Happy Friday, everyone.
Love,
P-Dub
P.S. I’ll keep you posted on the Ropes Course Gender Smackdown.
P.P.S. Girls Rule/Boys Drool!