Lady K and I made are way back up to Santa Barbara to relive our 1st. Last year we hiked a hefty mountain and didn't make it.
This time we made it all the way to the top.
The hike was 6 miles, not including the 1 mile detour (we tend to get lost when we hike). With a 3000 ft elevation gain it felt like climbing a 3 mile stairway. It was good.
With our muscles still burning we were off to our favorite SB resturant. Last year I had yummy bacon wrapped steak, topped with Gorgonzola sauce. I was tempted to repeat, repetition being the theme of this anniversary. But alas I stepped out of made another delicious choice, spinach ravioli filled with herb and Gorgonzola cheese topped with sun dried tomato pesto. ohhhhh shit. I don't usually react to food like this. It's reminiscent of the story of J and a quesadilla. Speaking of J we stopped in his home town today for lunch and had the most excellent black bean burger at an irish pub. Again I refer to the story of J and the queso. oh yeah! that good.
1 comment:
congratulations. sounds amazing.
a big hi five. maybe even a hug.
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