Though I did just have a vacation at the start of July it wasn't exactly what I would call relaxing. Driving from here to there, going out to restaurants, visiting friends and relatives...that can get tiring. So for the past five days Mr. L and I went to The Boys place near the coast up in the mountains to do a lot of nothing. Reading, reading and more reading. A bit of sleeping. Some cooking. Some time spent in the hot tub just doing nothing but looking at the incredible view.
Though we had the laptop with us and I had brought some photos and recipes to post I decided to take a bit of a connected break. No blogging. No Tweeting. I do admit to jumping on every now and then to make sure my farm was okay (what evil person came up with Farmville anyway?). But other than that it was reading more of Stephanie Plum and lots of catching up on a ton of magazines. And napping. And that time in the hot tub. And just sitting on the deck just being.
Our drive home led us down the coast on one of clearest days I can ever remember. We stopped to head on out to the lighthouse at Point Reyes...something we usually find covered in fog and buffeted by heavy winds. No winds on this day. You could see forever. So after many days of sitting on my butt, Mr. L had me climbing down these 308 stairs. Problem is you had to climb back up them. Note: Though there are 308 stairs (they number the things) there are sections without steps, so it's actually quite a hike up and down.