I hate hiking, but I like caterpillars.

Over Memorial Day Weekend, I joined some friends on a hike. We climbed Sugarloaf Mountain in Maryland, and I hated it. It would seem that hiking is just not the thing for me! After two miles of me bringing up the rear, murderously silent, we came upon a wee copse with some delightful rock piles and wild creatures. It turned my mood around, and I managed to enjoy the rest of our hike, so I feel obligated to give thanks to that which aided me in my time of need!