Sometimes, when you’re out and about, up and down, does it ever just occur to you that – hey, this life – it’s not too shabby. This sometimes occurs to me mid-sweat, when I’ve just plowed up some horrifically steep path, thighs burning, mouth filled with ashes, and then turned to take a look at the view.
These pictures are from Pinnacles National Monument park. It has a nice retinue of anti-sloth activities: some nice views, clever scenery, a lake, some caves. Then you can go home and mentally congratulate yourself on a job well done.