All Levels Of Lazy

After conquering Middle Sister on Saturday, Rick, Paul, and I had originally planned on taking on the challenge of either Castle or Fortress mountains, or possibly another peak with a not-so-politically-correct name1. Instead we were all sorts of lazy.

While I woke up early on Sunday morning, I still somehow managed 6.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Given that I normally manage 5 to 5.5 hours of sleep a night, this gives you some indication of how tired I was after our adventure to the top of Middle Sister. Fortunately, my body didn’t feel nearly as destroyed as the night before. My legs were still a bit tired, but nothing ached or hurt beyond the type of pain one gets from a really good workout.

But, I was still tired. So Rick and I did what anyone in our situation would have done – we opted to head to the market, stuff our faces, drink all of the coffee, and have a super lazy day. And it was awesome. There was (as mentioned) all sorts of coffee, samples of dips, and wings, and pies, truffle fries, wraps, and even more pie. And when we got home, there was banana bread, and even more coffee. So much food. So little time.

We chatted. We read. We watched Arrested Development, and chatted some more. We watched a movie. And after that, we were too tired to do anything else – so we went to bed. Our day was all sorts of lazy – probably the laziest day I’ve had in a very long time. And it was perfect.

Clearly there’s only one thing left to do – start planning my next adventure.

1 Squaw’s Tit. The not so politically correct name is Squaw’s Tit.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. lograstudio says:

    what a handsome guys :)))

  2. Dad says:

    Shouldn’t the picture (read hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil)

    1. dangillis says:

      Ha! You’re probably right.

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