After eating all that food...

After all that eating, I've spent the past several afternoons in a stupor.  "I will never eat again," I tell myself.  Ugh.

Why didn't somebody tell me: "Hey, Notorious!  Dontcha know that that tourist attraction on the edge of town is a nice hike, with enough vertical for some exercise?  And that once you're there, you'll have a bit of a breeze, and also cool views?" 

 

  And there will be cool old crumbly stuff, like this:

And you will at first be confused to see seashells so far from the ocean, and even when you eventually you'll figure out that they're the abandoned homes of snails, you'll still be so amused by your own idea of sea creatures on a land-based vacation (kind of like a cruise, in reverse) that you'll get way down on the ground to photograph them...

  ...though you will get some wicked burrs in your hair in the process:

And, BUM-BUM!, staggeringly! large! things! that force you to practice "photography-pilates," which is when you lie mostly on your back but with your upper body slightly curled, focus, exhale, and try to hold the camera steady.

And this whole "looking up" thing will inspire you again to try to shoot the moon over all this gorgeous stuff, and even though you know for a fact that your camera and/or lens can't handle it, you'll still try anyway: 

And then it will be getting to dusk, and you will decide to come down before it gets too dark and you twist an ankle.  And when you get home... you'll be hungry.