Flying South

I forgot to post yesterday, hence this morning post.

Yesterday I flew down to spend the weekend with my grandpa. My grandma died a few months ago, so we’ve been flying down more often to see him.

After he picked me up, we went on a hike in the foothills near Stevens Creek. He’s an impressive hiker for being 91. The wildflowers were in bloom and the bay trees were more majestic than I remember.

In the evening I worked on sorting through Grandmas stuff, which can be fun or depressing, depending on what I find and how tired I am!