| |
|
| | |
|
| Hiking | 10.00 Miles |
4,100 AEG |
| | Hiking | 10.00 Miles | 6 Hrs 46 Mns | | 2.26 mph |
| 4,100 ft AEG | 2 Hrs 20 Mns Break | | | |
|
|
| |
| Linked |
|
none
[ show ]
| no linked trail guides |
| Partners |
|
[ show ]
| partners | | Have you ever found yourself perched upon the back of a Tural? The tural is a bird that carries a sword in its talons. Is it a hawk or an eagle or a falcon? Maybe it’s the best parts of all three. I recently sat on the back of a Tural.
The tural was perched on one of the highest branches of the tree of life. The tree was easily climbed and the tural was calmly waiting for me to finish the final pitch. A high pitched screech was heard and I knew I was getting closer. My anticipation was becoming apparent as my heart began to beat faster. It was a long journey to get here but the journey had just begun. The tural would be my guide but it did not speak in a language I could understand. I felt at ease when I finally reached the pinnacle and the tural dropped its wing so I could climb on board. My trust and life were now in the hands of this majestic creature. We soared for 8 hours and finally landed in a small settlement along the Bittva stream. It was the 19th century and there was a wedding taking place. Life passed by in a blink of an eye but the tree and its branches remained fruitful and strong.
Ouch …that’s gonna leave a mark. Why is my neck wet? What just happened? Back to reality,…In layman terms, I bruced. Brucing happens sometimes on hikes. It’s when a red substance leaks from your body usually as a result of a fall. This was my second Brucing where the phlebotomy was the result of head trauma.
Dave1 once again came to the rescue with the white Diablo bandanna he had given me. The fountain was slowed to a trickle and onward we went.
It would have been nice if Abercombie had given me a “heads ups”. 
This hike/climb is frickin awesome. Thanks for Scott for leading it and thanks to Chums and JJ for driving.
All around fun group.
At the end of the hike, we enjoyed another red substance. Its wetness was enjoyable. My tongue was treated to an explosion of eukaryotic microorganisms. My parietal lobe danced with joy as modalities were feed an endless supply of unbound spirituality. |
|
Wildflowers Observation Light
|
|
| _____________________
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
| |
Route Editor
Route Scout
