Last weekend was an adventurous one.
Saturday was an enduring bicycle ride through the city fueled by trail mix, water, pad thai, and coconut water. I felt like pushing myself physically, and apparently picked the hottest day of the month to do it.
Sunday I met a friend to hike a state park. We learned some unexpected lore, debated the purpose of those metal beam things we found in the barn, crossed a road with some perplexing skid marks, observed the different stages of decomposition, finally reached the waterfall, found some very old engravings in the sandstone, decided not to go in the other cave because maybe a critter was at the entrance (zooming into the picture, it’s just a log after all), and then we parted ways and I intentionally took a wrong turn and got out to take a picture of the tree lined road in my bare feet.
Somewhere in the mix we stopped and met a man named Larry who owned several acres of land that the trail went through, and was very excited to have hikers curious enough to stop and ask, and went on to talk about the prairies and habitats he and his wife builds and maintains, there and elsewhere.
All this fueled by a liter snd a half of water, some beef jerky, a bunch of handfuls of trail mix, and a big ass breakfast of eggs and potatoes.
Epsom salt soaks and heat pads for the next few days, but it was totally worth it.
