I must be honest. I’ve been working on another blog behind your back.
Surprise, surprise…I’m a Hiking Mom.
Dot com, yo.
Yes, I have joined the 2-blog crew. (Like the 2-live crew…but nerdier.)
But don’t fret! Just like a younger sibling, I’m going to love each blog equally. And like a younger sibling, Hiking Mom might need a little more care & maintenance at first. I will continue to post here regularly, as stories of my cervix, tales of my fitness fantasies and somewhat funny videos have no other home.
Over on Hiking Mom, I’m sharing the story from our adventure this past weekend when we carried our 16-month-old up one of Colorado’s fourteeners. Voluntarily. If you think I’m crazy, you’re probably not alone. The pictures are cute though. Be sure to share it with all of your granola-munching friends.
AND…
I’m extremely happy to present the next installment of our favorite camping game, “What did we find at our campsite?”
(You might remember earlier episodes of this game featuring the Father’s day hatchet and Fourth of July dirty thongs.)
Relaxing at our campsite after finishing the big hike, I see something shiny glinting at me from under a tree.
Upon closer inspection, here’s what I found…
And in case you can’t tell what it is from the above photo, here’s a close-up…
Yes, it’s confetti in the shape of a penis. No, it’s not mine.
I COULDN’T MAKE THIS SHIT UP IF I TRIED PEOPLE.
But damn…high five to the bachelorette who decided to have her party out in the middle of the woods!
(And I did indeed pack it out.)