Should Be A National Holiday ALERT!

In case you don't have it marked on your calendars for some reason (SHAME), my birthday is this weekend and you know that means I'm about thisclose to blowing town.

This year, we're heading off into the granite and creeks and forests of Yosemite, wherein I plan to drink gin from a backpacking flask ("backpacking" in that it's small and lightweight, though adding a fifth of gin to it sort of ruins the lightweightness of it, but...), sleep under the stars in my new bivy bag (last year's birthday gift from Bubba), swim in the creek, fly fish on the lake and eat dehydrated chili mac from the Backpacker's Pantry of Hell.

Then I will come home and eat every leafy green in our house, ifyaknowwhatImean. Mmhhmm. You know.

I'll also be hiking as fast as my little legs can carry me to burn off the Giant Birthday Cupcake provided by my hysterical coworkers. These freaks are pretty awesome. In the margaritas for lunch and off-color jokes taped up all over my office and giant cupcake ways of awesomeness.

And, yes, that is a beehive honey pot birthday pressie. Cute, guys.

Then I hope to come back here and tell you all about how I got my fill of summer creek swimming and starry night watching and how I caught a million trout but had to throw them all back because it's catch and release only.

Thankfully that leaves me room for...um...exaggeration.