“You bought white trail shoes??”

I bought the trail shoes that were on sale. And they happened to be white.

Because I buy what I can afford. But I’ve also learned to buy what my feet enjoy.

My trail feet enjoy Solomon’s.

My bank account says I can afford Solomon’s. If they’re on sale.

So, I bought white Solomon trail shoes. That were on sale.

And then I took them on some adventures.

They fit perfectly. This is increasingly rare for me as I age. I don’t know why. But my female body is actively rejecting the aging process. In the most ridiculous ways.

I generally like my adventures to be big. In different states. Or countries. On mountains I’ve never seen in real life.

But sometimes. I like my adventures to be close to home. Where I can sleep in my own bed. And enjoy my own morning coffee. On my own porch. And my own evening beer. On my own deck.

So, this week we adventured in our own backyard.

Sunrise on not quite Hay Rock.

Sunset on Tinker Cliffs.

Sunset on McAfee.

And we loved it. We needed it.

This is the stuff that restores our souls.

And my white trail shoes may be a little dirty now. A little less sparkly white. A little less pretty.

But pretty’s overrated.

Fulfilled is where it’s at.