San B (San Bleep)

Pure J.O.Y.
That’s what I felt when baby and I reached the peak of San Bernardino, #4. Can you see it in my face? ? This peak really tested my mental strength. Halfway down the peak, I was bitching and moaning. I was DONE and wanted nothing more than to be off that mountain and changed into my flip flops. Everything hurt – my back, my legs, my feet. Every step I took my face grimaced. We had at least 4 more miles left ?

Carrying a baby makes it a little more difficult; multiple bathroom breaks, eating pit stops, breathing breaks and carrying additional weight. I know I’ll have a wonderful story to tell my baby when he’s brought into this beautiful world.