Please don't let me die on this trail!

To all my faithful readers (what, like 5 of you?) I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.  Between my exciting adventures, working and reading "The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood" and now "Dixieland Sushi" I just haven't found the time to update.

But, here goes nothin'.

In the time I've been away from you guys, I've had a few exciting adventures, and a lot of just getting to really know the community I'm living in and my housemates.

W, E, K and I (I'll just refer to everyone by the first letters of their names, because it seems like the cool thing to do) went for a local hike down to the ocean, within walking distance of our humble abode. 

It didn't seem too rough on the way, and we came across a nice waterfall...I thought this was it, of course.

We kept going, down, down down.  Soon I realized that we needed the assistance of ropes to help us out, to get down.  I started to question what I got myself into, just like when I'm on a roller coaster and it's slowly climbing up to the sudden drop, the top thrill to everyone, but me.

Alright, the view is nice.  I'll give it that.  In fact, the view is GREAT!  I'm loving this, even though there's some very steep drops and I'm wearing my nice hiking sandals, that are supposed to protect my feel in the water, as well as on the land.  Unfortunately, my feet are sweating at this point (as well as every inch of my slightly sun burnt body) and they're starting to slide in my sandals.  I'm hoping I don't slip and fall to my death.

Once we finally got down to the ocean, we decided to go ahead and jump on in.  Where I'm from, I'm used to jumping in Lake Eerie; a nice, calm lake that doesn't taste like salt, and where you're able to get out by swimming to the beach.  Not in this spot, you climb out using muscles, an old rope, and a lot of prayers.  My elbow got a little cut up when the waves pushed against me and I slammed back into my previous position, up against a mussel covered rock.  Definitely not sure if it really was a mussel that cut my arm, but in my land o' lakes hometown, that's what's usually cutting you up.

And so I climbed out and decided to sit on the lava rocks and admire the scenery.  I learned a lot about waves that day, and it was great fun.

Then W, E, and K posed for multitudes of pictures, mainly focused on making K look good.  Ah, teenagers.

We soon dried off and I had forgotten about how rough the trail was.  I was so wrong in thinking that trail was even a little rough on the way down.  OH BOY, was I wrong.  Going up, I prayed to baby Jesus to help me up.  You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.  It was the same kind of prayer I use when driving at 3am to get paczki's in Hamtramack on Fat Tuesday, when there's so much fog I can't even see the front end of my jeep.  Luckily, praying hasn't failed me yet, and I made it up.

As a reward, we swam in the pool that we had previously come across.  Absolutely freezing, but rewarding nonetheless.

This trail was closed to the public after someone threw themselves off this cliff, into a very scenic death.  I got a little scared just taking this picture.

I end this post with another rainbow picture, this time with cows added.