I've been very quiet lately because my mother died on June 26th. It's been three weeks since she passed away and I still don't want to hike alone. I'm afraid to spend that much time with just my thoughts. I know I will turn into a blubbery pile of blubbering just like I did after my uncle died, but only worse because this is my mother. She was only 67 years old. I'm in shock. I did not get the grow up with her because my father ran off with me when I was 4. Losing me made her start drinking more. So in a way, my father killed her.
I took my girls up Mount Rose this week, here are some pictures from that hike.