The past weekend seemed to fly by at breakneck speed. In fact, at one point I was afraid someone might literally end up breaking their neck, but I'll get to that part in a minute.
Saturday was such a special day. It was the day that two cousins met for the first time.
I think these two are going to be very good friends, and possibly get into trouble together on more than one occasion when they get older. Actually, there might be three of us getting into trouble.
Saturday was a gorgeous day in Vancouver. We went for a walk down to Jericho Beach. You can see by the state of the grass that Vancouver is in the midst of a drought. Watering restrictions have been in place for awhile now.
Saturday was all about family. Sunday was about weeding and hiking. Do you ever have a job you dread doing, so you keep putting it off until you absolutely have to do it? For me one of those dreaded jobs is weeding. For over two weeks I've been looking around our yard thinking that I really need to tackle the weeds, but successfully avoiding acting on that thought. Then yesterday I realized that I am going to be gone for most of the next week, and if I didn't do it then it was going to be a massive job by the time I returned. Three hours and multiple wheelbarrow loads of weeds hauled to the compost later I was finished.
Then yesterday afternoon some of us in the small outdoor club here at The Cottages hiked to Lindeman Lake. We debated whether or not to cancel due to all the smoke that had moved in from the horrible forest fires burning down in Washington State, but in the end decided to go anyway. (The two problems with hiking in all that smoke are that it is unhealthy, and that it obscures the view.)
The problem with the hike ended up having nothing to do with the smoke. It had to do with the fact that the hike is challenging in several spots, and one of the outdoor club members is 76 years old. From hearing him talk about previous hikes he had done I thought the hike in to Lindeman Lake wouldn't be a problem for him. I was wrong. I felt horribly guilty and responsible since I was the one that had suggested it, and had rated it as no more difficult than Teapot Hill. In a way it isn't, but there are more rocks and tree roots you have to climb over, and a couple of steep sections where it's easy to lose your footing. As I stood watching him make his way down the worst of those steep bits I felt sick to my stomach. I was so worried he was going to fall and get badly injured. Thankfully that didn't happen, but it still makes me feel a little queasy when I think about it.
I don't have a single picture from yesterday's hike to share with you. Sorry about that. The smoke was so bad there was no point in even taking a camera. But I do have lots of pictures from Saturday, so here's one of Ella instead.
Have a great week!