Come On, Irene

I’m pretty sure the song is, “Come on, Ilene,” but post tropical storm Irene I’ve altered it so that I can whine and have a disgruntled plea to Irene to erase all that she did. This whining is unwarranted because I was very lucky, not only do I have my home and wasn’t trapped anywhere, but I only lost power for about 36 hours. In the scheme of things: not bad at all.

But Irene has not gotten in the way of my preparation for challenge #3 (Hiking the Grand Canyon) and my yearly Labor Day tradition. For probably the past 10 out of 12 years I’ve gone to New Hampshire with friends to hike in the White Mountains. This year we were going to go backpacking (which we’ve done before) and hike 8 miles one day and 11 the other (which we haven’t). We were using the trip as preparation for the Grand Canyon, but Mother Nature saw fit to destroy some of the roads to get us there and wash out many of the trails.

Come On, Irene 2017-09-12T19:31:47+00:00