I love to hike and prefer my feet as a mode of transportation to skis or bikes. A couple of years ago, a friend and I got inspired to go on a hike on the night of a full moon. It was a pretty magical night, as both of us were moms with teenagers at home, and leaving the house at 8 or 9 pm seemed pretty crazy. It quickly became a tradition. We don’t make it every month, and sometimes we hike somewhere and settle in to wait for moonrise, only to get lost in conversation and discover, an hour later, that the moon is hidden behind clouds and we better hope we brought our headlamps for the hike down. (Sometimes we remember those… sometimes not.)

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