Here is a photo near the beginning of our latest day hike, when Mrs. Pix is in her standard cover up – one of my athletic shirts – very short with big arm holes, but just decent enough if freshly tugged. Of course, most of the time it is not freshly tugged, which results in the hem creeping up showing more and more bare ass and the arm holes gapping open, showing generous side boob. But she feels comfortable in it and unconcerned with those details, which is nice for us.
So … we have come to the transition. I’m a bit ahead of her here. I took a dry route across some rocks and moved ahead to a point from which I could take a few pics as she caught up. She was in wet shoes from the start (from standing in the wash over the road in the background), so rather than try to keep her feet dry by clambering over rocks, she decided just to wade across the creek. Fine with me.
This is exactly at the point where she seems to be saying to herself, “Why am I wearing this cover-up?” Guess what happens next …