Hiking

Frank and I decided to take advantage of the gorgeous day and go hiking. I was willing -- since I am trying to find a way to redeem myself from our first hiking experience. 

(It went like this: we were fresh into our 7th week of marriage. Frank thought he knew where he was going. He didn't. We got lost. Then we got lost again. And then we got lost again. 2 and 1/2 hours later we find the "gravel driveway" we were looking for only to drive 30 more minutes on a bumpy, gravel road up a mountain. We arrived. I was hungry and car sick. Frank still wanted to hike. I didn't. But I did...and cried the entire way up the mountain. The end.)

So today, we had grand plans to go to a place called Cooper Furnace, near Cartersville, GA. When we reached our destination, we found this:

Fail.

But Frank persevered. He suggested heading to Red Top Mountain -- it was only 7 miles away.

Okfine.

He wanted to utilize the "seat belts" on his backpack. I told him it looked like an underwire bra. Safety first, he says. Good thing. Because we had some rough terrain and that back pack was carrying our lunch.

We found a sunny spot by the lake to picnic,

sat in the sun on a cozy rock, and ate our lunch. It was so lovely.

Then we hiked back to our car and went home. 

Perfect Funday Sunday.