It's a generational thing.

Auntie Debbie made that bib for one of Sargie's sons over thirty years ago.

August 23, 2021 - Monday morning

54 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It's a mixed bag of pictures with little news this morning. Sunday was a wonderfully lazy day for me. I even fell asleep mid morning and happily slumbered away for a bit.

I wore my new pack, fully loaded, for the first time during my morning walk. I wasn't too tickled at first. The twenty three pounds (fully loaded including an allowance for food) felt heavy and bounced entirely too much. I finally stopped in Pentoga Village, took the thing off, and immediately noticed that I'd been in such a hurry to leave the house, I'd not fastened any of the vertical or horizontal load lifters. 

Duh on Tom.

The walk back home was fantastic. The pack hugged my back and as with all packs that are properly fitted, I soon forgot I was wearing it.

Sargie was busy in the kitchen cleaning the refrigerator. She had everything out, including the shelves, and was washing, wiping, saving, and pitching. 

Being an industrious kind of guy, I moved the stationary bike into the kitchen and either peddled or stretched my hamstrings while keeping her company.

I've added a stationary bike routine to my walking regimen this summer, mostly help to "cool down" when I arrive home. I've found as I've aged, my hamstrings are very tight and severely limit my agility.

I used to be able to bend over while keeping my knees straight and lay both palms flat on the floor. In recent years, I struggle to barely touch my toes.

That's not acceptable for a 2,200 mile hike that requires some hand over hand climbing. 

In my much younger days, I could put both feet/legs in back of my head and walk around using only my arms. Yeah, that doesn't happen anymore.  

None the less, stretching and remaining limber has become a daily exercise leading up to February's kick off on the AT.

Macrea called and asked if both Hambone and Cheeks could visit for the next couple of days. Between school starting, Covid, work, daycare closing, and who knows what else, both munchkins landed on Pentoga Road.

Hambone starts the first grade on Wednesday. Summer vacation is over.

Debbie sent more pictures of Saturday's 5K veteran's fund raiser in Foster City. I'll post those in no particular order. Sargie's son, Cale, is the muscular guy partway down with his pup, Romeo. Sometimes, Cale and I get together and benchpress Volkswagens to keep in shape.

That's about all the news. I'm hoping Hambone and I can pour a concrete base for the garden umbrella today. No doubt, there'll be some munchkin prints included before the cement dries. Otherwise, the world's the limit, one filled with diapers, bottles, and an occasional ice cream cone.

It's a wild life we live in Maple Valley when Cheeks and Hambone are in house.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...