Sunday, June 6, 2010
Charging the Windmills
"Hey, Dan," I asked, "You there?"
He flopped around a bit, and I felt better knowing that I wouldn't be leaving behind a dead body.
"Looks like you had a wild night," I said to him, pointing at the beer can.
He squinted at it, then replied, "Fuck! Something else for me to carry out!" He seemed to wake up a bit, looked around, then continued, "I don't even remember drinking that."
Bummer. Carrying a beer around, and now having to carry a beer can around, and not even getting the enjoyment of remembering how it tasted.
The trail went by some scary-looking properties with junk cars and gave me a bad feeling of Alabama. I could even see three dogs running loose in the streets, and I hoped the trail skirted around the neighborhood rather than through it, which I'm happy to report that it does. But I didn't feel all that comfortable walking through the area either.
The wildflowers seemed to be wilting and dieing in the heat as well. It was the first time I really noticed wildflowers well past their prime, and this section of trail had a severe lack of shade. It was exhausting, but I trudged on, finally stopping under a tree for lunch.
The heat put me in a rather foul mood. I just wasn't feeling very perky today, and hiking just felt like a job. Blah.
Posted by Ryan at 7:27 PM