It’s been nearly two years since I moved to the Pacific Northwest, and I have to admit…I’ve never been on a hike.
I know, it’s practically a sin to say that out loud here in Seattle.
I’d like to think my excuse is that I lived in the Midwest all of my life and the only “mountains” I hiked were the staircases that lead up to the second level of the local shopping mall.
Growing up in “flatland of America”, the word hike has never been in my vocabulary. I wear high heels…not logging boots. The vests in my closet are made of cotton blends…not down feathers, and the only time you see me in stretch capris is when I want to look “workout chic” on my trip to Starbucks on Saturday morning.
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