Back from nature


Here's the 22 week picture of me in the wild. Well, really I'm on the Bunny Flats trailhead. It was murder on my poor back to walk up to this point, which is only about 100 feet from the parking lot. Anyway, I don't feel like I've gotten much bigger since last week. Here's a flickr stroll through other ladies at 22 weeks. Just showing how different everyone looks at this point and trying to convince myself to stop comparing.

So we went to Mount Shasta and stayed with the family-types out on their "prop-a-dee." They had a sweet barn for us to stay in because the local campsites were packed with out of towners. Hooray for sympathy towards pregnant ladies and looking after their coziness! I had really wanted to do some swimming, but since all the lakes and rivers are basically snow run-off up there, the water was too arctic for me to get into. I did get in some light hiking (ouch) and major relaxing (ahh).

Brisket was doing her best impression of a country dog. When she wasn't trying to bite the horses, she was eating sweet pea grass and running the trails with Leon. She wore herself out so bad, she's still sleeping it all off. I'd like to be doing the same, but honestly, I'm pretty glad to be back in town, where if you have on flip flops, your feet don't instantly get covered in dirt the minute you step outside.