Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually spend all of my time prancing about in petticoats and high heels.  Growing up, I was always a bit of a tomboy, and I was more likely to be found in a tree than in a skirt.  Both of my parents are plant scientists, so I spent quite a bit of my formative years tromping about the wilderness looking at trees.  As it turns out, my parents also like to tromp through the wilderness and look at trees in their time off, so one of our family traditions is taking a hike at Cold Canyon as soon as possible after the new year starts.

Our hike was about a five mile loop, up several steep sets of stairs, along a knife-edge ridge, over a series of peaks, and back down a rocky slope and some more stairs.  We stopped for lunch on a rock outcropping at the top of one of the peaks, where we enjoyed a beautiful view of Lake Berryessa and some delightful homemade sandwiches.  Afterwards, we went out for crepes and stopped by the natural foods co-op before heading home.  I'm only the slightest bit sore today, and even went on a short run!  I think hiking helps kick off my motivation to be healthy and active in January after eating rich food all through the Christmas holidays.

Red turtleneck sweater: Handknit by me in Cascade 128, pattern from Knitter's Handy Book of Sweater Patterns
Jeans: Ross?  Obviously they are my painting jeans...
Hat: Borrowed from Mom, falling apart
Timberland hiking boots: I've had these for years and years... no recollection of their origin
Hiking pole: is an old ski pole borrowed from the parents, but very useful all the same