I think I have found something new. I think I may have fallen in love. So much so that I want to find a group who I can share it with all the time. I didn't expect to go to the Southwest and fall head over heels in love. But I did. So, I am going to let it happen. I have fallen in love with hiking.

The husband and I spent eight days in the Southwest. We saw Phoenix, the Grand Canyon, and St. George, Utah. It was in Utah were we both gave in to the feeling. We hiked every morning. Through washes. Up rock formation. Into caves. Through valleys. We took in the breath-taking views that one cannot describe. We breathed the clean air. We awed at the beauty that that area of the country has to offer. And we fell in love.

So, what does one do when a new love enters your life? You accept it wholeheartedly. You plan your next vacation around hiking. You look up hiking clubs to join in your area. You proudly display your dirt-caked hiking shoes which are not just used during rainy days in the City. And you vow to return to the beauty that is the Southwest. To a fantastic spa by a Red Mountain. Because life is too short to not fall in love with something. Later.  ¶ 11:28 PM