This past weekend was crazy fun.
We spent Saturday at Tarza Waterpark with the kids and had such a blast - but that's pretty much common knowledge (kids + water + slides = fun).
Unfortunately, we had no camera on hand to take pictures that day because I forgot to charge it (blogger fail) but I promise to take pictures next time!
Sundays are usually our cleaning/laundry days but I had been begging Joey to go hiking for some time now so of course I jumped at the chance to skip on cleaning when he offered to take us.
The girls had spent Saturday night at Joey's parent's house so Joey had the awesome idea to hike up the mountain behind their house - and, being the responsible adult that I am, I brought our laundry down with us to wash at their house while we hiked. Hahaha.
Joey's nieces were also spending the day with his parents so we invited them to come along for the adventure. Joey's mom suggested that we borrow his dad's old work pants so we wouldn't get scrapes and cuts all over our legs and we all scrambled around looking for pants, belts, socks and shoes.
By the time we were done, we looked like prisoners - all wearing the same navy blue pants with old t-shirts and tank tops, no makeup, and hair pulled back or in baseball caps.
Is it just me or does this look like a scene from Prison Break?
First, we had to trek through the jungle behind Joey's parents' house in order to get to the base of the hill. Once we got to the base, we had to climb up the steep hillside so it was pretty hard. At one point, we were on our hands and knees grasping onto vines to pull ourselves up.
The view from the top. Joey's parents' house is behind those set of trees near the white gravel mound in the upper right corner. This was just the first hill of the mountain and we were pretty exhausted already.
So of course, we stopped for a photo break.
We pump iron in the prison yard.
Thug life.
Trust me, it's impossible to look cute on a mountain with wind whipping dirt in your face.
After our brief photo session, we continued onward and upward to the next hill. Thankfully, this one was much easier but we literally had to hold on to our hats because the wind kept blowing them off.
Merizo, Guam.
Once we got to the top of that hill, there was another steep drop down and then another hill after that. We waited for Joey to scout out the next few hills first to see if it was worth climbing - and yes it was. It SO was.
This is what was waiting for us on the other side of that hill. You may be thinking, "Okay, a big dirt hill. So what?" And to that I say, "Pish posh!" Let me show you what a big dirt hill translates to in my mind:
It's hard to tell in the video, but there are huge bumps on this hill which is the reason why we're almost in tears. But, bruised bottoms aside, it was soooo fun and soooo worth it.
I would say that going down the mountain was easier, but it wasn't. We slid down on the grass at the steepest part of the mountain (the base) and ended up almost tumbling into a ditch full of thorns.
All in all it was a pretty fun hike. We got dirty, had fun, and spent quality time with the family.
Peace out homies.
♥ Duckie.
