Notes from the trail: with the sounds of heavy artillery in the distance, an odd mixture of sulfer and pine fill the air...ground rumbling. On this day, I fear I have grossly underestimated this trail system. .the golden hot sun, scorching my back, I feel I am melting, water is low and food is gone, survival kit forgotten.. The green underbrush thick as cold molasses, and the bike now becomes a burden, a burden to carry overhead as wheels are useless in this unforgiving back country. I know that rescue is not coming...I am concerned...A large animal has been tracking me for the last half mile and I can smell him, I can see him moving through the brush stealthily, I know I am part of the food chain... I watch for clues and signs to lead me from this place, damned sun!!! Ever hotter. ..the boulder fields lie ahead and I fear this may be my escape...I attack the fields of stone and soon I am free, I am exhausted and in need of water...the lake provides respite as I walk in as far as I can go and rebuild my mind, beer is at hand and I am alive...I was...once again, concerned. ..I am now ready for the next adventure...
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 02:02:54 +0000
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