Yesterday we went to a ravine in the north-west section of the city to do some geocaching. There's a man-made wetland there, and we saw ducks as well as some other birds I couldn't identify.
By the time we were done, we were both exhausted. It was hot and sunny, and though we probably didn't walk more than a mile or two, there was a lot of climbing and bushwhacking involved. At one point, L's pant legs were covered in burrs after hiking up a hill through dense brush. Somehow I missed picking up any burrs, but I did bang into a tree coming out of a wooded area, bruising my shoulder.