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| Hiking | 8.40 Miles |
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| partners | | rocks beneath my feet like hot coals. hot coals melting my soles, melting my soul.
i always go through this when it's too hot for a hike this late in the day. put this hike another 2,000 feet up, i'd be all over it.
btw: did you ever wonder where those mystical crows are when you need them? it's only a half mile "as the crow flies." if only those crows would come and pick me up by my backpack and make it ACTUALLY a half mile. dagnabbit.
finally, we reach the stairs. stairs on my hike. seriously? stairs? up top at the former lookout, the views to kill. yes, it was worth it.
on the way down, the slate beneath my boots as broken plates makes this noise: chink! chink! and not the good kind, like the sound of a quarter bouncing off a glass (your turn to drink), or the bottle caps flung across the room. no, this is broken plates beneath my boots and trekking poles.
and then again, different rocks like hot coals burning my soles until finally we reach the truck and an ice cold soda. yes, soda. something is definitely wrong with this story.
(ps: all was made better when we reached our campsite in pinery canyon.) |
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