It is tradition that we go on a hike the day after Thanksgiving. After all that eating, no one resists the hike. We take turkey sandwiches to have as a picnic on the beach and then set off for our hike in the preserve.
My cousin threatened to go surfing, but he changed his mind when he realized the surf was weak and the water frigid.
This is my beautiful family on the railroad tracks. Dave (my husband) was taking the picture so he's not in it.
I fell in love with these orange mushrooms, but Dave suggested I not eat them:(
This armadillo ran away when he noticed I was trying to take his picture. Gotta be quicker!
And as the sun started to set and the air got cooler, I broke out the pashmina.