It’s been a while since I’ve been sitting on a greyhound bored out of my brain.
So I thought I would update you on my trip to date.
No, there have been no strange men or sloppy kisses. My cousin effectively glared at any man that looked my way let alone tried to talk to me.
This meant I only saw the chaste version of Pittsburgh instead of the kinky underbelly that I’m sure exists.
Thankfully he didn’t ask what that bundle in a Japanese furoshiki was. Not sure how I would explain that is my rope, carabeaners and swivel.
Explaining Japanese rope bondage is hard enough to non family.
So what have I been doing? In sub zero temps he said I get to choose what we do, so I said hiking.
He swore at me but took me to the Ohiopyle with his girlfriend anyway.
I met a suicidal duck that was swimming into the half frozen waterfall. And someone’s puppy made me fall over by jumping on me and proceeded to lick my face.
And just in case you want some pictures here they are.
Ps. Snowflakes were so huge and fluffy I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I think I love snow hiking.