The Essence of my Frustration

Why, oh why, do we live in Houston. This morning, Gavin and I left his hotel at 9am. Our goal was a waterfall in the mountains above Pasadena. 20 minutes later we were on a trail, skipping back and forth over a creek up Millard Canyon. 40 minutes after leaving the trailhead we found the waterfall, a thin, pretty curtain of water falling about 25 ft into a small pool. We spotted a trail winding up the hillside above it, and walked another 45 minutes up the canyon. Just prior to turning around, we started to walk past the remnants of the snow that had fallen on the hills during the night. It was about 40 deg, but very comfortable while walking. We turned around, not having brought any food or water, and were back in Pasadena in time for lunch at 12:30.

Half a day. One waterfall. One canyon. Tons of fun.

Not Houston.