I forgot to mention in the last post that we were supposed to leave for back home on the 26th, but obviously, we didn't. We were told that Uncle Anthony's funeral was going to be on Tuesday, and my "aunt" Angie offered to let us stay with her until Tuesday, so that's what we did. Unfortunately, she was still in New Jersey with two of her kids, and wouldn't be back until after we went to bed.
So, we ended up going hiking with her husband, Rob.
He's got a knowledge about all the best hiking trails around his house, so we went hiking.
For the record, I hate hiking. I would rather listen to a playlist of Justin Beiber and Nikki Minaj for a solid 24 hours than hike. If that doesn't convey how much I hate hiking, nothing will.
We hiked on a man-made trail around this place called Pink Lake. It was just stairs all the way around. So many bleeping stairs. They never ended. Never.
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