and it tasted as good as it looked. The foam fern thing pretty much stayed intact right until the last sip. I was a little enchanted with that.
This evolved into a visit to the bf's home and some really nice leisurely time. The run evolved from the simple 3 miles into a more elaborate plan involving running 5 or 6 miles to the base of Skinner Mountain, whereupon I meet up with sister and bf and ascend the highest peak around.
The rail trail was literally 50 yards from bf's front door, and right out of the gate I just knew the run was going to be an especially good one. The weather was just as I like it, a little misty and all it-just-rained-and-it-might-again-at-any-time, 50 degrees and overcast ... perfect. I trotted on down the rail trail, then off on to this Oh So New England sidewalk:
followed by a couple more roadside miles. I met up with my fellow adventurers after 6 miles at 11:45. We then trotted up the access road of Skinner Mt for another 0.7. The moutain eventually tops out at 935', and offers up this awesome view of the Connecticut River winding its way through the Pioneer Valley:
Presented with this scenic splendor, familial logic follows that my sister and I feel the sudden and compelling urge need to stage an immediate ass contest, the sole criteria being Who's is Wider:
The conventional wisdom is that mine is, indeed, the wider of the two.
"By this much!"
We celebrated our show of althleticism with ice cream. Ice Cream, proud sponsor of ass contests everywhere. We had maple syrup drizzled on it. Omy.
Yadda yadda yadda happened, and then dinner at dad's. This consisted of this:
Twice Baked Potatoes
with coffee and blueberry pie (with a delicious crust with secret!ingredients!revealed!) following.
I cannot eat like this every day, but the days I can are enjoyed thoroughly, to be sure.