Taylor Swift’s Treacherous crops up every few days on Erik’s auto-generated playlist and I like to think about it in context of the path that connects the guesthouse to their cabin.

The first few passes found me with some nice scrapes and bruises from slipping due to a combination of bad shoes, not using hiking poles and me being used to ground that is flat.

Joe has been spending an hour or so many days going along the trail with a rake and pickaxe to make adjustments and already they’re making it easier.

In other news, Ninja the cat has grown to accept me and we had fried chicken for dinner.

A dirt path leading up and around a tree
This looks like an ordinary dirt path, but the angle is steep. Now it’s wider though and less angled.
A black cat occupies the lap of a man and looks toward the camera overhead
Ninja has accepted me.