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Oh, I simply must make an LJ entry. The garbage stinks, the dishes probably do, too (they're piled high) and I don't doubt that if I cleared those two lovely scents I'd find the cat litter is providing the backbone to the stench. And laundry could use putting away. (When I was a kid we never used any sissy-fied hangars and closets - we wore out clothes rumpled right out of the laundry bag and we were grateful for them being cleaned at all.)
I'm not so dead from yesterday's hike as I was from the one two weeks ago. We did the Webster-Jackson trail, although I'm not sure which peak was which. Up one mountain, across the ridge to the other, and down the other back to the same trailhead. As we left the first peak we met a little girl (with her Dad - I have to suppose she was adopted, because there was a notable complexion difference between them, and he was old enough to be her grandfather [Eor and I have often said that we'd adopt a kid from some third-world country if we decided we wanted to raise a kid, and it appears we won't be alone in that - it seems to be a major fad at the moment.]) who informed us that we would have to cross 107 bridges before we reached the other peak. Turned out the 'bridges' were pairs of planks - two-by-sixes, I think - set accross the muckier places in the trail. Of course we had to count them all.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor said he only counted 105, so obviously he must have gotten confused.;)
It was shorter and easier than the Falling Waters-ridgewalk-Bridle Path (that covers Little Haystack and Lafayette peaks), but it took us nearly as long. We're not sure why. Probably because we stopped for longer rest breaks, played with the camera, and were generally unmotivated. It was cold, we got spatters of rain and the clouds intermittently looked threatening until we had just about completed the ridge trail, but even that couldn't motivate us. At the last peak the sky cleared and we fed bold grey jays, a bird I've never encountered before (that I recall). The guy who took our picture for us at the top of that peak said the jays will eat from your hand if you're patient enough, but I wasn't.
Unmotivated, that is, untileor put on a great burst of speed during the final leg because he had to pee.
I don't think I care if I didn't make the time indicated in the guidebook. It was a lovely hike and I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if I had kept my head down and soldiered quickly on through it. I also probably would have hurt myself, or worn myself out much worse.
Okay, must go deal with the stench of neglect around here. Does the cat make this mess? We weren't even here!
I'm not so dead from yesterday's hike as I was from the one two weeks ago. We did the Webster-Jackson trail, although I'm not sure which peak was which. Up one mountain, across the ridge to the other, and down the other back to the same trailhead. As we left the first peak we met a little girl (with her Dad - I have to suppose she was adopted, because there was a notable complexion difference between them, and he was old enough to be her grandfather [Eor and I have often said that we'd adopt a kid from some third-world country if we decided we wanted to raise a kid, and it appears we won't be alone in that - it seems to be a major fad at the moment.]) who informed us that we would have to cross 107 bridges before we reached the other peak. Turned out the 'bridges' were pairs of planks - two-by-sixes, I think - set accross the muckier places in the trail. Of course we had to count them all.
eor said he only counted 105, so obviously he must have gotten confused.;) It was shorter and easier than the Falling Waters-ridgewalk-Bridle Path (that covers Little Haystack and Lafayette peaks), but it took us nearly as long. We're not sure why. Probably because we stopped for longer rest breaks, played with the camera, and were generally unmotivated. It was cold, we got spatters of rain and the clouds intermittently looked threatening until we had just about completed the ridge trail, but even that couldn't motivate us. At the last peak the sky cleared and we fed bold grey jays, a bird I've never encountered before (that I recall). The guy who took our picture for us at the top of that peak said the jays will eat from your hand if you're patient enough, but I wasn't.
Unmotivated, that is, until
eor put on a great burst of speed during the final leg because he had to pee. I don't think I care if I didn't make the time indicated in the guidebook. It was a lovely hike and I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if I had kept my head down and soldiered quickly on through it. I also probably would have hurt myself, or worn myself out much worse.
Okay, must go deal with the stench of neglect around here. Does the cat make this mess? We weren't even here!