Bodie and blizzardy day in May

After soaking in some hot springs we made our second annual winter hike into Bodie State Park. The bitter cold wind and snowstorm made us so thankful that we weren't trying to brave any mountain tops.

Bridgeport

My sister is temporarily staying with Denver and I. While the living room floor probably isn't the most comfortable set-up she's experienced it's been a pretty good deal for me. I come home from work to find the lawn mowed, dishes done, new groceries in the pantry, a clean house and some sort of delectable food item. I'm serious. On Saturday morning we woke up to the smell of maple quinoa flake scones fresh out of the oven. (I also can't find my favorite shirts or jeans but that is an entirely different story.)

She also makes me do things that I don't really want to do. Like go to hot springs. My experience with hot springs is similar to a review I read online about "sitting in a broth of tepid unwashed hippie froth." However, after lots of of strong encouragement, the three of us were on our way south, camping gear loaded, in search of hot water and adventure. We found both adventure and hot water and I'm converted hot spring lover.

A New Challenge

The major goal of this summer is to learn to surf. Our attempt seems slightly doomed from the beginning. We don't live near the beach, my wetsuit is in the repair shop for 6+ weeks and our first three days on the water were rainy and cold and rather miserable. We'll see what the summer holds.