The day started with me sobbing due to the fact that every single person in my house commented on what I should be wearing. I was literally throwing a temper tantrum.

Mom: So is that what you are wearing? (Noting the brown cords and the black sport tank top.)
Me: Well, apparently I'm not anymore.

We went out to the mountains and we rode in this old yellow school bus up the ski out road on this mountain. It was worse than a rollercoaster. There was a cliff to one side and trees to the other and hair-pin turns and other such unpleasantness. When we got to the top of the road we then walked straight up hill for several kilometers until we passed into British Columbia. We looked at a lake, said "Ohh pretty," and turned around.

Notable things about today:

The fact that last night while cleaning my room I stepped on a tack lodging it well into the space between my little toe and my second little toe on my right foot. I think it may be slightly infected, which did not help with the climbing and hiking and whatnot.

The elderly couple who were probably in their 80's who hobbled up the trail arm in arm and sat at the lookout place and at cheese and crackers and tea, and then hobbled back down.

Dunking my head in the stream that was probably glacial run off and was brutally cold. My hair is now all curly and frizzy and because I do not have to go out in public it is wonderful.

Sticking my head out the window as we drove home and letting the wind feel all soft and make my hair fly everywhere. That was the best part of my day.