Musing

Flashback or Remember when... It was a pretty warm day last summer as we walked along the trails in Shades, only a few hours before the rainstorm that would leave us running breathlessly and cursing all the way back to the tent. The sun was still shining at this point, actually. I still remember seeing the sun on the mud that was right in front of my face after I slid down the hill. Damn it all to Hell, but Heaton and I just HAD to make it up the side of the ravine. The slope was definitely more than a 45* angle, and when then ground beneath your feet is clay/mud that is constantly being moistened by water seeping through cracks in the rocks over your head, the climb becomes quite the challenge. That didn't stop us from tearing the crap out of that slope, though. We struggled through the jewelweed plants, reaching for rocks and roots and anything that looked like it could hold any weight. Heaton beat me by a long ways. Over and over, the rocks under my feet became t...