Hiccups really are the worst. I'm trying to remember if I've done something karmically tragic that would have incensed the powers at be and afflicted me with the worst case of hiccups known to man, but I'm just not sure. I suppose it's possible that it was that post-dessert chocolate bar that I ate. But how could something so delicious cause something so terrible? I may be being a little melodramatic.
|Air Canada does it right.|
|Beautiful sunlight on the way up to the top of Tunnel Mountain|
|Myself (left) and friend, Rachel, on top of Tunnel Mountain (photo credit to the sweetest German traveler, who we met up at the top)|
|A small lake on the hike up to Lake Agnes|
|The view from the main dining room. Can you think of a better way to enjoy your morning coffee?|
But now, it's back to the grind in Pennsylvania, which means spending a few wonderfully relaxing weeks of swimming, playing with dogs, cooking, practicing, and sewing, before I return to school in a few weeks. It's a lot to ask, but somebody's got to do it.