Rocky Mountain Pie

I love to hike. On my recent vacation I completed a ten-mile roundtrip hike to Hallett Peak and back to the Bear Lake trailhead. I'm not a hardcore hiker who disappears for weeks at a time on overnight hikes. I'm simply a dayhiker who enjoys the occasional hike. Although I'm not a hardcore hiker, I dream of being the bearded guy who disappears for a weeks at a time on hiking trips. If there were more hiking trails near Lawrence, KS, I'd hike everyday because I derive great joy from hiking:

I enjoy the on-top-of-the-world, panoramic views.
I enjoy the solitude.

I love wearing a headband on my melon head and looking like a dork and not really caring that I look like a dork.
I enjoy being able to bond with my brother-in-law.
I love the fact that hiking is exercising, and it doesn't feel like I'm enduring some tortuous activity.

I like how food tastes better on a hike.

I love the bear-like appetite I have when I come down the mountain that commands me to respond to the following sign:

(Like I really need a sign to tell me that I need pie)

I love not feeling guilty about sampling three wedges of pie.

(Cherry Peach Pie)

(Strawberry Rhubarb Pie)

(Blueberry Pie)

For those of you keeping score at home, here's how I ranked the flavor of each pie:

1. Strawberry Rhubarb
2. Cherry Peach
3. Blueberry

If there was a pie shop on every block, the world would be a better place.

Save a slice for those you love,
muddywaters

P.S. For more on my pie obsession read:

Pie, O Glorious Pie: The Breakfast of Kings and Social Deviates