Day 1099: Wild

I love when a movie makes me laugh and cry.  I was mesmerized by the book Wild, by Cheryl Strayed.  Often, I'm disappointed by the movies made from great books.  Not this time.  I was gripped right away, laughed often and wept twice.  My book club was very critical and judgmental of Cheryl as a person because she did self-destructive things after her mother died.   In her grief, she turned to promiscuity and drugs.  Finally, she decide to backpack the Pacific Crest Trail and walk back to the woman her mother knew she could become.  I found the story inspiring, except that she said she wouldn't do anything differently.  I would hope she'd learn from her mistakes.

The scenery was spectacular through California and Oregon.  It made me want to experience part of the trail.  Not the desert, but certainly the forests.  The only problem with the movie was they needed a technical adviser.  She wore the backpack with the hip belt around her butt, not her belly button!

I started reviewing photos to print for display.  This morning, putting on a sweater, I hit the collage picture frame and it smashed on the floor.  Several of the photos stuck to the glass so I have to replace them.  I tore Steve's nose off in the photo of him and Justin in their re-enacting gear.

Five of my favorite photos from the last ten years:

 Arkwright

Olympia

Minister Creek