Go for a walk? HAPPY!

Pouring rain? HAPPY!

Steep hillside with loose rocks? HAPPY!

Blowing, sideways snow? HAPPY!

No views? HAPPY!

Descent in the dark? HAPPY!

I can look back on this adventure now and grimace. It was pure type two fun. I wore a helmet because rocks on the open slopes tend to tumble. I wore a hardshell because the sideways rain became sideways snow. I should have worn gloves because it was so cold I wound up losing feeling in my fingers until half way down at which point OMG SCREAMING BARFIES!

Treen, on the other paw, didn't care. She's like a honey badger in her caring. Big smiles, wagging tail. Run up the hill. Run down the hill. Run around the hill. The only thing she didn't like was not being able to tag the true summit because it's a big pile of frozen rock that nobody should have climbed. And then we slogged back down through the snow and rain and falling rocks and dark.

And she was happy. I wish I could be more like Treen. Maybe someday. If you figure it out let me know.