Today I got back from our final summer trip with my parents and brother to Mammoth Lakes, California. Totally gorgeous. I have a serious love/hate relationship with my family’s idea of vacationing. It is usually in a stunning place, with a nice hotel and delicious food. Love this. It usually also is what some consider boot camp. Less Love.
Day one we completed a TEN MILE hike climbing something absurd like 2,000 feet in elevation to Duck Lake.
Day two the boys did some epic downhill biking, I spent the day on top of a mountain with my mamma praying that no one cracks open a skull.
Day Three we Kayaked our hearts out.
Overall the trip was a raging success, if you consider success losing five pounds and not being able to walk. Which in a way- I do.