Jill decided to bring her adorable puppy paws and make her mark.
“A lot of people – Americans and Europeans – come back and go ‘ohhhhh.’ And the lightbulb goes on.”
I was in the best shape of my entire life in 2016, well the better half of it. I was running around the nation’s capital every morning/night with a Secret Service Agent and I was walking like 10 miles a day.
So, coming back to California and working full time and running around like a chicken with its head cut off, has left me with little time to get those endorphins going. And you know what they say, endorphins make you happy and happy people just don’t shoot their husbands. Haha.
Jill, J, and Han packed up the Jeep, drove to Mulholland and pulled over and started hiking up a mountain to see the absolute best view I’ve ever seen.
The Santa Monica Mountains may not be the Swiss Alps, but the hills were alive with the sound of neature and sunshine. And no, I didn’t have to shoot a husband, because endorphins were a-flowing.
Let’s hope the sun stays high in the sky this week.
2 thoughts on “The Hills are Alive”
The dog track photo is outstanding,
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