savagemama: Sweet little days

When I turned 26 my friends Mark, Jess and I drove from Eugene to Bend, Oregon to spend a day on the South Sister. I took my new puppy Imogene, and Mark made us all bacon in the morning before we drove to the trail head. We spent a hot day hiking the cinder trails up to a lake where we went for a swim. We didn’t make it to the top, as I recall, but no one cared. I remember remarking that I felt my age that day – beyond the antics of my early twenties, somewhere on my way to grown up, on the downhill slide to 30.
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