One night I mentioned to Vincent that I wanted to go hiking and he took me up on it; he's like that. Vincent's really good at keeping tabs on what I say sometimes; I'm frequently surprised by him because of it. But anyways, he came up with the great idea to go hiking somewhere an hour or so away, and eat lunch on the top. He packed lunch for us and even made some hot chocolate which he kept in themos'. Dang those things really do work.
The drive was going to be a while so I came up with a playlist. I named it cold climbing which was exactly what the hike was like once we got there. That playlist is by far my favorite one yet, because I found so many GREAT throwback songs and new recent ones. Also thanks Juliet for some of the songs. I remember a while ago I looked at a couple of your playlists on Spotify, and they were a great inspiration for that playlist. Don't know if I've told you yet, but you've probably got the best taste of music out of everyone I know - So the drive there Vincent and I collectively shared some stories about our friends and family, made jokes, and listened to this glorious playlist.
Honestly the climb up was pretty sucky for me. For some reason in my head I remembered hiking to be a mild task, but that day is wasn't. I couldn't really breathe like a normal person and kept stopping. It was pretty embarrassing, but sharing my fails wasn't that bad because I was still having fun talking to Vincent. Even after that experience I'd actually still love to go hiking again, because the view was absolutely breathtaking. That's the real reason I find hiking appealing; there's always something to admire, and the effort is worth it once you get to the top.
On the top we ate lunch and drank some hot chocolate over nice conversations ranging from our friends, prayer requests, and resolutions; all good topics. Then we progressively made our way down to where our car was, and tried to look for some other places to venture off to. Or as Vincent would call them: "nooks and crannies." He likes to think of himself as an old man, and at that moment he reaffirmed himself. I found it absolutely hilarious.
We actually did find a really nice spot with a rock that peaked off the edge a little bit. We were able to dangle our feet and enjoy the view. It was still cold, but not too bad to where it was unbearable. The both of us carried on with our conversations, and I asked him what dessert he would be if he could be one. He answered with coconut creme pie. It's pretty ironic cause he doesn't even like coconut! But apparently he had some pie a while ago and it was really really good. He also doesn't like pickles, twizzlers, and salt and vinegar chips; the holy of all food. I still don't know how we get along with that but it works out somehow.
Later on we drove back and talked in the car for a while once we got home. Our nights always seem to end in late night car talk which I honestly love. I think I learn the most during them. That was the best one yet. Jamming to Christian music while talking about fun things we could do next time was a highlight; among other things too-
