Hiking Trip Part Four- the day hike-cemetary
The day hike: the cemetary Last time I left you with the incident that created my trail name. Stinger. Haha. Well, it sort of fits. I buzzed the hill and stung my bucket list with hiking and camping in the middle of my life. And for sure, will do it again. I am conditioning now for the next one. Would like to see what the PNW has to offer in wild life. Going back to Alabama though. There is a HILL I want to scale. So, the next day, after getting up and drinking instant coffee with powdered creamer and
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Hiking Trip: Part one-Into the Woods
Remember how I said this would be a good thing for me? Well, who wouldn’t want to get away “off the grid” for a few days? It totally was a wonderful experience and a chance to spend quality time with my son and his best friend. They have trail names, Rambo and Bucko. I will be happy to just call them, my fellas. They sure did take good care of me. No matter how prepared we think we are for such a calling as a wilderness experience, we really can’t be. I thought I was
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The Journal Of Kim Smith
Well, I am going to have to start sharing my journal with you soon, friends. I am getting out in the world and trying new things. This week: hiking with my son. Yes, this is a great idea. No, this may not be a good thing for me. Yes, I am invested in this plan. No, I am not sure about what I am doing. Yes, I will keep you posted. Hence, the title of my post today. I write in a journal every day pretty much. Even when I am not posting in here, I am posting in my
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Stuffitis Anonymous
On reducing stuffitis: “Immaculate and modest living are the planes on which we can rise over our established life and its temporary existence.” KIM SMITH It has been quite a while since I posted about my lifestyle reboot. It’s because it has been put on hold for some time. First, winter prevented my getting much done, and then my hubby’s illness took front stage. But that desire to turn this bird (that I call life) around has recently begun to plague me once again. Why, you ask? Well, it’s simple really. A basic minimum of belongings is freeing. I once
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Vacations: don’t forget the others
Summer is here and everyone is traveling. At least, that is how it feels to me. Yes, this is a whiny, self-indulgent post about my life and how it is not turning out quite as I had so strangely prepared. If you do not want to read about my efforts at self-deprecation, you might want to click on the little “x” now. So…as I was saying before I rudely interrupted myself… Everyone is traveling to a vacation place. Some with kids, some with dogs, some with other baggage. I used to do that. Before cancer took over the driver’s side
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