Considering my last new post (i.e. one that was neither guest-blogger submitted, nor re-blogged) was written 39 days ago, and was largely comprised of complaints of a grueling climb in sweltering heat, I wanted to ease your minds that I hadn’t melted in the desert heat. I know you were sick with worry.
Two days after that ill-advised hike, I returned to the scene of the crime.
Lest you think me a complete masochist (or idiot), I can assure you that I went back secure in the knowledge that there are many shady and cool trails to choose from. I had just picked really, really badly last time.
Since my last game of Trail Roulette had served up a dud, this time I opted to go with a tried, tested and true hike. I chose old-faithful, the Bristlecone Trail, a 6 mile loop, with a +1,024′ elevation gain, and a high point of 9,400′.
True to form, this spectacular trail kept me shaded and cool as a cucumber while she assaulted my legs and lungs with her climb.
Just me, my wild horse friends, and Mr. Enthusiasm. Ahh…bliss. The perfect remedy to the previous hotter-than-Hades outing.
So you might be asking yourself why, if I hadn’t melted on that mountain top five weeks ago, I haven’t been around these parts in real-time styles. I promise to answer that with a rapid fire catch-up post. Soon.
My challenge will be to deliver 5 weeks’ worth of updates in one post, in under 500 words.
I’m going to need to get creative with that. It will involve pictures. And possibly sound. Man, I wish scratch ‘n sniff for the interwebs had already been invented. That would kill the need for a bunch of words right there. Sigh.