*Sigh* We used to live here. This is a place called Montana de Oro (there's supposed to be a tilde over the second 'n' but I'm on Tyler's computer and I can't figure out how to make one) and it's my favorite place on earth.
That's the ocean.
Look at us: so young, so... unencumbered by children. It was a lazy Saturday just a few weeks after we were married, and we decided to hike Oats Peak. Just like that. 
When we got to the top of Oats Peak, it was really, really foggy. We thought it would be funny to take a picture of Tyler falling into the mist.
One second after I took this picture, Tyler fell off the side of the mountain, which was not a small distance. My heart stopped. I screamed. I ran over to where he disappeared to find that he did not, in fact fall off the side of the mountain. There's a gentle slope behind him which he stepped down and into the fog to make it seem like he fell off. Jerkface. I really did think he fell and died and that I was a widow at 21.I don't think I've quite forgiven him (five years after the fact) because one of us brought it up a few days ago, and I was mad all over again.
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*sigh* I enjoy this month of a blog everyday.
On the bright side, there would have been the consolation of taking off your petticoat and using it as a rope to lift him up to safety. (Have you read A Pair of Blue Eyes?)
That place is gorgeous.
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