...and the day continues...

Music played as the car was driven further away from the Bath Fountain lot. No other sound mingled with the hum of the motor and the soothing set of Lover’s Rock as we headed back to Portland.

Took out the camera to take pictures as the scenery we were passing started commanding attention. So beautiful this land. I didn't mind the many potholes. When the car swerved to the left, I would look deep into the thick, green bush trying to spot flowers or cascading waters. How could I possibly stay agitated when my time to enjoy all of this is limited? Snap out of it girl.

“You checking out the pictures from Bath?”
“No, I didn’t take many. Well, a few, maybe about eight or ten.”
“I did take pictures for you.”
“Oh really?? Okay. I guess you got a lot of the scenery??”
‘Check the camera. I got a lot of photos for you.”

It felt okay that he took pictures of the people and not me. I was glad to hear I might have a variety of shots of the streams, rocks and of course massages in action.

No sir, he didn’t lie. He took a lot of pictures. 47…ALL OF ME getting massaged from my toes to my temples. A couple were keepers. Some were mad funny. I looked ridiculously stiff covered with mud, sitting on the edge of that rock. Too many of them showed that I desperately need to loose weight. Delete. Delete. Delete.

All felt good again once we crossed back into Portland.