Day 89

Troy left earlllly this morning to climb two peaks. I believe that will leave him with only 20 left out of the 100 highest peaks in Oregon to climb. Gooo baby!! If you want to know more about his trips, click the link over there >>>>>>>>>>> and check out his climbing/swimming/triathlon blog. 

Below is his backpack that he climbs with, I cannot imagine carrying that much weight while climbing so so many miles. It isn't unusual for him to come home from an overnight trip and having walked 25 PLUS miles. Obviously up hill one way. In extreme weather. Have I mentioned how amazing my husband is? Once or twice? Well, he is pretty freaking phenomenal. 

It is not even 7pm and I have already been missing him like crazy for the last few hours. I am such a wuss! We were going to make it a family trip but with three dogs, it isn't always feasible. I can't complain though because we take an awful lot of trips every month. Missing him is only a small part of what I feel while he is on these trips...I am also so very proud of him and of course I worry. Troy has been climbing mountains since he was very young and there is not a person alive that I trust more than him, and I appreciate that he never takes any unnecessary risks. I have an amazing husband.

Till next time,
Romy

Day 88

Dinner and a movie with Troy...throw in some hand holding and licorice? Perfection. Life is pretty good. 

Till next time,
Romy

We Haven't Forgotten!!

I know, I knowwww!

Troy and I have been so bad about updating the blog, sorry! We have been busy celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, Troy was on vacation and well...we fell behind.

I promise to get back into the swing of things this week. 


See you soon!
Romy

Day 87

My youngest pug, Hudson, turned 8 today. We did some of his favorite things...ran around outside.

He ate a whole lot of his favorite treat, carrots

He enjoyed a lot of birthday boy attention. 

I would say that he had a really good day, I would also say that today was like pretty much every day in their lives. They may be just a touch spoiled. Tiny bit. 

Till next time,

Romy

Day 86

What's worse than a rainy and cold weekend? Spending hours Saturday trying to fix a virus on Jeremy's brand new laptop.

Luckily, Troy was able to fix it. Yahhh!

I have been feeling so cruddy this past week and it is not doing very much for my running schedule. I am hoping to run in the Walla Walla Marathon in October and am so excited! Hopefully, if I spend the next few days resting, I will be able to get back into training this week. Fingers crossed!

I promise to be more exciting this next week. Looking over the posts, Troy is in the lead for more awesome pics. Boo. I am going to have to fix that!

Till next time,

Romy

Day 85

The morning after the storm.  I "weathered the storm" in my little REI Crysalis one person tent (lower left) and woke to a partly cloudy sky.  The decent weather didn't last long, about an hour after I snapped this shot it was snowing and blowing again.

Troy
GoPro

Day 84

Another nice sunny...or stormy day in the mountains.  I snapped this shot while hiking along a ridge that led to Granite Creek - East Peak in the Wallowa Mountains of eastern Oregon.  Winds were blowing a steady 30 mph and gusting to over 50 and snowing.  For the most part the visibility was less than a 100'.  I'll be posting a climbing post in the next couple days.  Oh and yes I did reach the summit!

Troy
GoPro

Day 83

It seems pretty unreal to me that Jeremy graduated from 8th grade today! I remember when he started middle school just three short years ago, I was so anxious his first day because I wanted everything to go so smoothly for him. It did. He seems to have flourished so so much since then, he has been on Honor Roll more often than not, his sense of humor has grown nearly as fast as he has! He traveled to WA and NYC with his class, he has joined football...just so much. Jeremy is the kind of kid that never ceases to make those who love him proud.

I am going to let you in on a little bit of a secret. See his dad up there? He may or may not have been tearing up today at the ceremony. Sssh, keep that just between us.

Till next time,

Romy

Day 82

I think Troy's cold from last week found me. I spent most of today in bed doing a lot of sleeping and a bit of reading.  I finally dragged myself from the bed to the couch and this lovely little lady decided that she had to get reallly close to me to cuddle.

Till next time,
Romy

Day 81

Marble Mountain, Wallowa Mountain Range in eastern Oregon

I'll be posting more information about the trip on my climbing blog tomorrow.  After an amazing 24 hours of climbing I'm happy to be home.

Cheers,

Troy
GoPro and Android

Day 80

My little sweetheart, Dudley. <333

Till next time,
Romy

Day 79

Good movie. Good drinks. Good lunch. The very best company.

Cheers!

Till next time,

Romy

Day 78

June 1st brought us our 5 year wedding anniversary and also a pretty wicked cold for Troy. Poor guy, he really tried to ignore how badly he was feeling. I woke up to a very nice breakfast and the bed we ordered came in so he put it together even though he felt horribleeeee. After that, he was out for the count. No matter...we can always celebrate another day. :)

Happy Anniversary to the love of my life!

Thank you for an amazing 5 years, I am so very proud to call you my partner in this beautiful life.



Till next time,
Romy

Day 77

Home sweet home for the few days we were camping!

Till next time,
Romy

Day 76

I want to start this blog by telling you a few things...first - I am a city girl. I was born and raised in NJ, about 5 minutes outside Manhattan. I moved to Southern CA as a very young child and spent a large majority of my life there before I moved back to the east coast for a few years. I happened to marry an avid outdoors man who could probably build a house out of old sticks, mud and a bit of chewing gum and then spend the rest of the day rock climbing.  That being said....

Arrowleaf Balsamroot

Troy and I go camping quite a bit. By quite a bit I mean, very often. The very first time we went camping I wore silk Victoria's Secret pjs...not bc I was trying to be romantical but bc they were pant pjs! I thought they were perfect. I froze. The very first time we went hiking I wore really expensive Coach boots. Hey, they were boots! They were ruined.  I like to think that over the five years we have been married I have become one with nature. Or at the very least I know how to pack and what to expect.

Duck Lake

My lovely husband spends a lot of time planning our trips, mainly because he is a huge planner and also because he wants to make the trip as enjoyable as possible for me. On the first day of our vacation, it was fantastic. We hiked for hours and I did great. Ignore the fact that I fell while crossing streams, freaked out when I saw horse poo because I was certain it was from bears waiting in the trees to eat us, or that I fell while walking on logs and Troy had to give me his socks because within a mile or two I had major blisters. We won't discuss any of that because I completed the hike and it was worth it. The view was gorgeous and on the way back I felt like I had finally crossed over to the other side...I was officially no longer a city girl.

Mule Deer

The second day, I woke up raring to go. Troy wrapped up my blisters and I had on my game face along with walking poles to help me up the very steep climb that was ahead of me. I was READY. 

All the way until a mile into the hike. That is when it happened. The hard trail gave way to mushy disgusting mud. I lost it. My nature loving went out the window as I started to envision what was under those leaves and mud. I was 100% positive that I was walking on animal body parts, dead rodents and God knows what else. The mud was almost more than I could stand. So like any self respecting PITA ( pain in the a$$) I started to whine. Whining shortly gave way to sobbing because I was just so far out of my element. Troy was ever so patient as he had me sit on a log while he ran up ahead to see how long the corpse filled mud would last. He came back and promised it was nearly over. He took one look at my bratty face and said, okay let's turn back. Aside from the first time he told me he loved me...those were the happiest words I have ever heard in my life.

Back at camp, I begged him to go ahead and do the climb because I knew he was looking forward to it. After much promising that I would be okay, he took off. I spent the next few hours tanning and reading on my Kindle while eating chips. Ah, the life. Once a city girl....always a city girl and I am so okay with that. 

Till next time,

Romy

P.S. All these lovely pics were taken by my husband because well...my meltdown did not include time/ room for pictures.