I Will Walk 500 Miles . . .

I do believe the cats I'm watching are conspiring against me. The smug looks on their faces just scream 'we're up to no good.' One of the cats winked at me the other day. She was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, clearly winked at me, and then ran up the stairs. Oh it happened all right — I speak the truth. 

Anyway, the past few days I've been walking around quite a bit — pretty much walking my legs off. I tried to tire Kizzy out one day, but I can't break her, she's a ball of energy. 

Yesterday, I decided to go by myself and take my camera. I couldn't stop taking pictures. I kept taking photos and taking photos, and I still don't think I'll be able to capture how gorgeous the scenery really is. I'm not that good of a photographer :) The bluff was amazing. I eventually made it to the other side, which has to be my favorite spot so far. 

So the one negative to traveling alone is having no one to take your picture, so I'm going to have to work my way around it. At least this way I don't have to worry about looking like an ass in front of my self timer.

And lastly, this evening the satellite isn't working for the TV — so now I have the pleasure of watching the first three seasons of Magnum P.I. Awesome.