You guessed it!
The Sister Smart road trip ended in the Adirondacks.*
*Although if it took you a similarly long time–say 27 years–to figure out that the chair style was named for the region and therefore couldn’t understand my clue yesterday, it’s cool.Both I, and my morning oatmeal, enjoyed finding regional chairs upon which to perch.
Of course, it would have probably been a good idea to actually know how to read that map we took from the base lodge……or at least noticed the multiple signs warning us that we were not actually on a trail at all, but some sort of insanely steep access road.
But what can you do?*
Brother Smart, Sister-in-Law Smart, Sister Smart, and I all made it to the top. [SIL Smart was so excited she couldn’t even keep her eyes open. ;)]Of course, then Sister + Brother Smart started running down the mountain without ever looking back to see if Sister-in-Law Smart and I were with them. This would have been OK, except then the clouds started rolling in, rain began to fall, and I had to reveal my irrational fear of thunderstorms as we stumbled down the mountain while trying to pretend we both were OK, but secretly were really hoping that somehow we’d magically be able to apparite to the base lodge.On the bright side, we now had ammunition to use against our sister and brother [slash] husband for potential later disputes.*
*”Remember that time you left us on the mountain without ever turning around once?”Also, the adventure made for a great story AND food had never tasted so good. [Well, at least since that bowl of oatmeal I ate for breakfast that I showed you earlier.]The apple and my Sabra Tuscan hummus + spicy brown mustard veggie sandwich (on surprisingly wonderful whole wheat bread found at the small grocery store) was perfect for refueling……as was the Kangaroo Jerky that found its way into my mouth later on. [Vegan schmegan. This was too weird NOT to eat.]Luckily, the rain storm and the subsequent waiting with the mountain patrol for the remaining members of our party who meandered down the mountain a little later—soaked, but happy–did not prevent us from celebrating the real reason we are here this week.
[Don’t worry. The wedding wasn’t mine. :)]