When You Can't Ride...

You hike.
We hiked for 4 hours. It was a girl hike. No boys allowed. My legs hurt more from hiking then if I'd done a 4 hour ride. We didn't think we'd be out that long.
Vans aren't good hiking shoes. Vans and mini-skirts aren't really good hiking outfits. But we all looked good.

We brought our dog with us. He's quiet, doesn't bark, doesn't eat and doesn't poop. But he's not too cuddly. Kinda ugly too.

Good hikers deserve rewards. We stopped at the corner market for ice-cream before hiking back up Joaquin Miller to the play structure for a little bit of swinging.

As we were finally making our way back to the house, Meika said what's that loud noise? Lulu passed the house first and said, oh my gosh, someone's riding rollers in their garage!

Michael McClure lives near us. His wife is a sculptor. Sculpted heads line the decks around their house. Illuminated heads in the setting sun.

And our neighborhood tree house with festive lights and their dog.

We hiked back home just before dark and got a nice picture from the front yard just as the sun was going down.