So, when a friend is feeling kinda down, I'm not all that likely to take her for lunch and nails. If it's just the right friend, I'm likely to take her OUT. Really out.
I might not be into fancy lucheons, but I do like my cheese. In moderation of course. But my friend N, and I had driven to Point Reyes for the day and I happen to know that it's home to some super yummy cheese. So we had to make a little stop in Point Reyes Station before setting out.
I'd thought we might take a hike at a state park a little inland from Point Reyes, but the weather forecast was so promising that we decided to head for the coast instead...and National Park #6 on the year for me (I'm ludicrously proud of how much I've hiked and kayaked this year).
We finally reached our destination.
After a bit, we climbed down and explored the beach a little bit. The sun finally came out for a while, although the fog was still swirling.
We headed back and you know that ankle? Well, yeah, I actually hurt it. And about halfway back to the car it started really bugging me. Still, I made it back without incident, still talking coherently, I think. On a Sunday afternoon, it was a long drive back and the ankle was getting worse. N's mood wasn't improving either as she'd read some unwelcome news on Facebook as we crossed the Golden Gate bridge. So the drive back was painful in more ways than one.
Hopefully, there'll be plenty of comic relief in the memory of me working really hard to get my hiking boots off before we went to dinner. My ankle was killing me and I limped barefoot along the sidewalk to the restaurant...where we had a couple of nice cocktails and a terrific dinner of tapas.
Despite the ankle (which healed mercifully quickly) and the rotteness provided courtesy of social media, I think we both agreed it was a terrific day. And just what the two of us needed.