Even so, it was a lovely little hike, and I figure two miles is plenty to count, especially in those conditions. I'd borrowed a hat from Lara, and I was damned glad I did, because Neeps has entered a "rip Mommy's hair out while riding in style" habit that I do not approve of, but am helpless to do anything about. (Part of me wants to shave half my head. And it's not exactly a small part.) But with a hat I was able to hide the temptation from his grabby little hands.
|Bonus: looking fly as hell|
Because I'd been carrying Neeps in that hellish heat, my shirt was absolutely sodden, and thus I turned it into a purple wind sock on our drive back out of the wilderness. I was mighty tempted to add my bra to the display, but managed to resist. Mostly because, if it hadn't actually dried by the time we got back into town, I didn't want to put it back on still damp. The horror.