For the girls this was more of a "together" day. The girls helped Grandma make waffles then we took them to the farmers market in the morning which always includes some bouncy house time. In the afternoon, we visited their Great-uncle Bob in San Francisco. Grandma and I sqeezed in a late night trip to the mall for the girls to go on their first ever shopping spree with Grandma. Note to self - squeezing in a shopping trip too cloe to bed time, does not a good shopping trip make. Hannah was fixated on a "fancy" dress that was fit for a Las Vegas show girl. When informed that she would not be getting this dress under any circumstances, chaos and tantrums ensued.
I never get enough time up in the hills when I'm in CA. I was optimistic that I'd get back out in the hills the next day before we left, but I also knew it probably wouldn't happen . . . and it didn't, so I was so happy that I took my run on this day up into the hills. I went up a path very familiar to me. My dad has even painted a portrait of me as a young girl on this path with my dog, Frisky. I went all the way up to the top of the ridge and ran as much of it as I could, which was pretty much only when the path was fairly level. I was hoping I could get to the top, but it was close to dark and I wasn't sure how fast I could make it up there. It was exhilarating to be up there by myself. I was definitely aware of my surroundings with it being close to sundown and especially since I had seen a coyote run down out of the hills a few days previous. It was windier than usual and that only added to my heightened senses because it was hard to hear anything else like other animals.
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