Walk to the Mailboxes

I made the decision for the both of us that we weren't walking enough. Not far enough or up the mountain enough. Everyone else here walks the roads a lot further than we do. I've been able to get Robert to walk to the roundabout and back (1 mile) but no further because he always cries about his sore hip. Well, no more Mr. Nice Guy. We're walkin', buddy! I set our first goal to walk to the mailboxes and back. It's about 2 miles round trip. Now, any idiot with a sore hip can walk 2 miles, you may say. Well, not necessarily when it's one mile down and one mile back UP. We started out gradually, walking a bit further each time. Finally, last Wednesday I said, "Today's the day! We're conquering the mailboxes!" I was watching the local weather before we set out and the Top Story was the frigid weather. Being from Michigan it's kind of funny when the top story is the frigid weather and it's like 24 degrees. So, we dressed for the weather. One of us kind of OVERdressed with the choice of head wear. It ended up being in the low 40s and sunny. I was stripping off layers within 5 minutes. Robert finally ditched the Eskimo hat on the way home. Anyway, we walked most of the way down to the mailboxes then took the Spring Trail the rest of the way. The trail goes past a pond with a natural spring and comes up next to the mailboxes. We gathered our mail, took a break, and headed up the road for home. We made it! Next goal - the swing! It's also about 2-miles round trip but is a very steep climb up. I have walked almost to the swing (by myself) to our friend Barbara's house. Now to work on Robert.

You can see our house at the top.