Esja and dinner
“Okay. But you know it’ll hit a point where it goes straight down,” I said.
Steve got a wicked grin and said, “Great.”
“It goes straight down.” And then my brother vanished over the edge.
I followed him, leaning back on my heels and trying to stay on the vegetation instead of the sheer gravel slide that the path had become. The thing is that I’d always thought of Steve as a sporty sort of guy, but not as particularly outdoorsy. I’m wrong. Who knew?
We had to cut the hike short because TÃ³ti from work came over for dinner. I made ratatouile with goat cheese and pesto vinaigrette and served that with greens and the leftover potato salad. We had daim ice cream for dessert.