Hiking the Y and J-Dawg's (Oh, yes)

We decided that two years is enough of a lag between hikes up to the Y, so we went again last Saturday. It was a first for Tyler, and he LOVED it. We borrowed a baby hiking back-pack from the Harston's, and my manly husband carried Tyler up the mountain. I'm so impressed.

Tyler was our little cheerleader; he kept shouting to McKay, "Go, go, go!" McKay did not appreciate this on some of the longer switchbacks. When we let Tyler out up at the top, he kept trying to jump over the ledge, so we didn't stay up too long.

McKay and Tyler, about half-way up.

Here's Tyler and me actually on the Y. McKay said I had to include a picture of me, even if I was red-faced and sweaty in it. Gross.

We celebrated later with J-Dawg's. If you've never been, it's heaven on earth.

Tyler chasing sparrows around the stand.

In all its secret sauce and banana pepper-y glory, this is my J-Dawg's polish Dog. I think I need another one right now.