The prairie calls. (Sarah Kirkconnell photos)
A hikin’ she will go.
While I was busy burning stuff on her property — “I better not come back to cops sitting in my driveway asking why you’re using gas like our dad!!!” — my sister, Sarah, headed off Sunday to explore part of Whidbey.
She and her trail companions love nothing more than putting in miles out in nature.
My nephews?
Quite happy to camp inside the warm house, with Pepper the Suspicious Tattletale Dog occasionally eyeballing me through the window to confirm that no, I wasn’t channeling my late father by spraying leftover carpet cleaning chemicals directly on the burn pile to make happy, colored flames.
Suspicious Dog is too comfy to spy right now, but Suspicious Cat is on to your shenanigans.
Ah, the ’80s, when a man was left to his own devices when it came time to burn, baby, burn.
But anyway, this isn’t a tear-stained ode to Gen X (and our parents) being allowed to flout the laws of nature — it’s the story of a former hardcore hiker always out there looking for new adventures.
Today’s odyssey takes us to the Ebey’s Trail System, and you can read about it by popping over here:
Coupeville Sports 