From my New Years (-ish) hike with J+K. We had been hoping to see salmon running but that particular trail was closed for maintenance. So we climbed up to the peak, about 1,400 feet. We encountered three comically clueless twenty-somethings who had ignored the many signs (not to mention the caution tape) and come up the closed trail. On our way down, we saw them again, sitting in the bed of a tiny truck (like the ones the parking meter checkers use). They flashed peace signs as they went past. We fogies disapproved.
Afterward we had dinner and played a new board game that K likes--I did not like it all that much, probably because I lost. The evening went late enough to convince me to stay over.
The next morning J and I took advantage of a closing sale at a garden supply store. And she donated two prickly succulents for my tree cutout, which I managed to plant that afternoon. One leaf has been bent but both plants are still in the ground.
I am getting a leak fixed on the roof, but after that happens it can and should rain some more.
