CD and I went on a hike yesterday. It was beautiful. 5 miles around the lake.

I think my Rocketdog sneakers weren’t up to the task. My feet hurt. I’m lurching around like Frankenstein’s monster. I’m thinking it might not be a good idea to walk to church this morning.

I may need hiking boots.

At the time, however, it was very nice indeed.

We had lots of good conversation. So did the people we passed. Cyclists discussing substance abuse, walkers discussing relationships, one woman giving an impassioned speech to her companions about what the body needs.

Along the way, we met up with part of the Butterfield Trail.

There was a marker and there were benches made of wagon wheels, and even a special paving in the shape of a wagon wheel, and I guess we could have walked on the trail if we’d wanted to.

For three years, the Butterfield Mail carried mail and passengers 2800 miles from Missouri to California. It took 25 days to get from the beginning to the end of the trail. The very worst part of the trip was in our state: 11 miles which used to be announced on the highway with a sign saying “# accidents this year. Don’t you be next.” I haven’t taken that road for a while, so that sign may still be there. I just haven’t seen it recently. It might have said the current number of people “died here. Don’t you be next.” I can’t remember. I know it was a good, ominous warning.

After the hike, we went to lunch. Lunch involved turkey with avocado and salad with dried cranberries and walnuts, combinations which I find irresistible.

And then I came home and folded laundry, read, napped, did a bit of work, and totally forgot to go to the Derby party.

I meant to go. I had invited Blessing to go along with me, in fact. She must have forgotten, too.

The Art Professor has done a second pass at the roofer’s website mockup. He has a skyline on his current site, and was asking for a refresh, not a new design. He’s getting something so much better that it’s essentially a new design. I hope he’ll realize that on his own so I won’t have to point it out and tell him that further revisions will add to his cost.

However, the hiking has me relaxed enough to do so in a cheery voice.