It was a beautiful day yesterday. Pimiteoui Trail was calling to me, as she does every fall. It always seems like a good idea to hike it, until I'm actually doing it and then I remember that I hate that trail. This year was especially difficult because I'm older, fatter, and out of shaper. But I was rewarded with the sight of three lovely deer.
There was nobody else on the trail, so I got to watch them for a long time. I sat down by a tree and didn't make a move or a sound, and they got pretty close to me. The trail was covered in leaves, which made it slippery, and I fell like an old person. Landed on my right arm, of course, as I always do (the one I broke 5 years ago). It hurt, but not too bad.
I met my mom at the top of the trail, and we walked around Grandview Drive. We lay under a beautiful tree and watched the leaves fall. 
She always wants to walk the hills, and I told her I wasn't doing any more hills after just doing that trail, but somehow it didn't feel right to wus out and let my 75-year-old mom do it herself. By the end of the day, I had logged over 13,000 steps on my pedometer.
That night was Sarah's last marching band performance of the season. It was such a sad season. The poor kids worked hard and had a great performance, and I cried for what should have been.
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