Years ago my friends and I took their Doberman hiking on a super hot day down a dusty trail.
Money girl, their dog kept stopping on the trail and whimpering and staring at us with big sad eyes and it took us a few miles to figure out what was wrong.
Her paws were burning from the hot dusty ground.
I feel like Money Girl right now.
The bottoms of my feet are cracked and bleeding; my own fault for hiking 24 miles in two days but you know what, I would not take it back for anything.
Every raging waterfall I hiked past and every beautiful pheasant family I admired made the miles and the 7,000 foot altitude gain worth it.
I hiked through meadows filled with wild lavender columbine and
I pondered if how we caught a pheasant, stuffed some wild sage and wild mushrooms inside it, than made a salad with dandelions and pink thistle we would have a delicious and gourmet meal!
But instead we just chewed our bacon jerky and Lara Bars and kept walking towards the next waterfall