Thursday, Sir turned 30. We had a REAL barbeque (brisket, slow-cooked over a smoldering low-heat fire for a long period of time) with his family and he drank a 30th Anniversary Sierra Nevada. It seemed appropriate.
This trip was his 30th/my 26th birthday present (along with some new kitchen supplies). The correct way to birthday-party is surrounded by family and friends. So, I think we did it right. I hope he thinks so too.
We also rounded out the week with one last run, during which time I do believe I conquered those hills. Booya.
6:30am - 12pm PST: Drive to San Francisco, get incredibly carsick and crabby
12pm - 3:30pm PST: SFO airport relaxation, breathe, undo carsickness
3:30pm PST - 12am EST: SFO > JFK, re-induce motion sickness
Upon our return, we received the below photos from my mom via snail-mail. Our hiking pictures reminded her of a trip she had taken with my father, the year before they got married. They're hiking around Wurtsboro, NY with my Aunt Jan and Uncle Wayne, who still live in Wurtsboro to this day.
Aunt Jan and Uncle Wayne, hiking
Uncle Wayne giving my dad (afro alert!!) a piggy-back ride
Aunt Jan, Uncle Wayne, Mom
I like that my dad isn't in too many of these pics, and instead was taking pics of my mom. That's cute.
Many thanks to the Parker Jones family for their hospitality. We'll miss you, vacation. Hope to see you again soon.