Saturday- Caro and I went hiking and climbed Mt. Greylock, the highest mountain in Massachusetts at 3,491 ft. (oh, how Colorado laughs at our puny mountains!). It took us about 4.5 hours to get to the summit and back- that's including the hour or so during which we got lost. We were following the trail, and all of the sudden we were climbing through branches and over rocks and we realized that we hadn't seen a blue dot in a long time, and that we didn't seem to be on any sort of trail anymore. We backtracked and ran into some other hikers and told them about the disappearing trail. We formed a makeshift expedition party and went looking for the blue dots. Turns out that the trail crossed as stream that had risen due to recent rainfalls, and one of the other hikers spotted a blue dot on the other side, so we got back on track fairly quickly. We stopped at a pumpkin farm and a diner on our way home. I was exhausted, but stayed up to watch the Red Sox game with my roommate Ern. Here's a recap of the best moment of Game 6:
Bases loaded. J.D. Drew is at bat. Strike, ball, pause.
Me: J.D. Drew, if you hit a grand slam right now, all is forgiven.
Ern: I will forgive you! The City of Boston will forgive you!
Next pitch, he swings and BAM! GRAND SLAM!
Ern and I cheer and jump around and give each other sticky high fives because Ern was in the process of peeling apples for an apple crisp.
Sunday- Played soccer, worked, then watched Game 7. Holy crap! The Red Sox are going to the World Series!