The steps are brutal, but I wouldn't know because I've been at the pool with the girls for the past few hikes (okay, all the hikes so far). But I truly enjoy the beauty of my sweet husband's photography skills.
Of course, on this hike, we kept the stitched-up child home, but I'm not sure why because earlier in the morning, we wrapped his wounded hand in a large ziplock bag and sent him off to the beach.
This last picture (below) overlooks our new home. The green hill that stretches to the right holds the hidden holcombes.
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