  Today we hiked. We climbed Mt. Monadnock. It was much higher than I expected, and now I am quite sore. I may never hike again. It seems that when hiking all one can really do is look at ones feet for correct placement. I could not see the forest for the trees('s sticking-up roots). When we finally got to the top, it looked like the view from the top of the other mountain we climbed (I guess I'm really not one for nature). I wasn't terribly psyched. I guess I was somewhat psyched that I made it down alive (I was terribly afraid of falling down the mountain) and that I didn't have to go to the gym today.
It just seems that somewhere I've missed the point of hiking, and unless that point smacks me in the head, I'll probably sit the rest out. Then tonight we played Trivial Pursuit, and my team lost. That's okay -- we're all winners (ha)! Afterward I had to come home alone again, but I've realized the drive back, on this curvy road in the dark, is worth the drive at 45 mph. It's a pitch black roller coaster. I've also realized that boys are foobar! Who needs 'em!
(Although some of me wished I had been in NH today building a tent. Last night I saw "The Village" at the theater, and I have never laughed so hard at a movie I wasn't supposed to laugh at before. I just can't believe that made it past the MPAA as an acceptable film (were they actually to dictate such things). It was so bad I can't even explain where it was laughable, except I'm sure I would laugh again. And it makes me wonder what the rest of America is thinking by buying into his films. Anyway, I tried to stifle my laughter, so it sounded like a squeaking, dying animal who couldn't breathe.
Then I tried to pretend that maybe I was crying, but that emotion also seemed inappropriate. It reminded me of the time when I went to hear Handel's "Messiah" in Hartford and just started laughing because they were singing "For we are sheep, and we have been led astray". It was funny in a strange, different way ("ha! are they singing about Sheep?? ; meanwhile Rich laughed "Ha! They're singing about Banshees! ") and I was laughing so hard I was tearing up and shaking the seats, which are somewhat attached. So rather than bother the woman next to me, I pretended to be so moved that I was crying. She handed me a tissue. I was embarassed. 
