8 Miles High

Hiked Beacon Rock yesterday. A sunny oasis amongst weeks of wet. Magdelana split time between walking and bouncing on my shoulders. Becca, eight months knocked up, kept turning heads with her beautiful belly, and received half a dozen admiring comments about her Amazonian babeliness. So we huffed and puffed and made the top.

So many shades of green. Thick, dense, delicate, beautiful green. I love it here. Kept thinking that the toppa the rock would make a great concert backdrop for Colorblind Soldiers. They gotta get some better roadies first.