I haven't been on the trails in too long. I like long, lonely trail runs or hikes. Just me and nature, alone, relaxing, enjoying aloneness.
Not that you could tell it by my attitude yesterday.
And that ain't never gonna happen. I stopped aging at 29.
Making myself tie my shoes was a challenge. It got easier as I started walking, until I nearly stepped in horse crap. There aren't supposed to be horses on this trail. WTF! I should have taken it as a sign. After 14 minutes of hard hiking, I was ready to turn around, but if I was doing this I was making it to the Pinnacle. Two miles straight up the side of a mountain. Until I nearly stepped on a snake.
It was just a brown rat snake. I'm pretty sure it was a brown rat snake. I even managed to take a picture of it as it would not move! It just raised it's snaky little head and stared at me. I tried shooing it. It just raised it's head higher. I tried going over it. My feet had a different idea. And then what my feet were thinking made it to my brain. The trail to the Pinnacle narrows to a single track, with brush hanging over the side... where snakes can hide.
It was silly. I could have picked the snake up and moved him; I probably would have if anyone had been with me. Alone and snakes does not a brave soul make, at least for me.
So I turned back down the mountain. But I hadn't gone far enough, so I turned down the Tennessee Road to hike around the Iron Furnace. There I met my next obstacle. A herd of deer!
Deer, you ask? Bambis? Yes. Bambis. Have you ever been mowed down by a herd of deer? Well, I haven't either! But I was almost this one time... (I might be exaggerating, but only by a little). The deer must have sensed my complete cowardice, because they looked at me with contempt when I tried to shoo them. Two of them even followed me when I again turned back.
At this point, I was thinking I'd next run into a bear. There was no bear. And I'm a shameless coward, at least that's the excuse I'm using today.
Not that you could tell it by my attitude yesterday.
I do not want to run,
I do not want to hike,
I do not like moving
and healthy stuff and whatnot.
Lazy I am and lazy I'll be,
until I reach that vaunted age of 30.
And that ain't never gonna happen. I stopped aging at 29.
Making myself tie my shoes was a challenge. It got easier as I started walking, until I nearly stepped in horse crap. There aren't supposed to be horses on this trail. WTF! I should have taken it as a sign. After 14 minutes of hard hiking, I was ready to turn around, but if I was doing this I was making it to the Pinnacle. Two miles straight up the side of a mountain. Until I nearly stepped on a snake.
It was silly. I could have picked the snake up and moved him; I probably would have if anyone had been with me. Alone and snakes does not a brave soul make, at least for me.
So I turned back down the mountain. But I hadn't gone far enough, so I turned down the Tennessee Road to hike around the Iron Furnace. There I met my next obstacle. A herd of deer!
Deer, you ask? Bambis? Yes. Bambis. Have you ever been mowed down by a herd of deer? Well, I haven't either! But I was almost this one time... (I might be exaggerating, but only by a little). The deer must have sensed my complete cowardice, because they looked at me with contempt when I tried to shoo them. Two of them even followed me when I again turned back.
At this point, I was thinking I'd next run into a bear. There was no bear. And I'm a shameless coward, at least that's the excuse I'm using today.
You are THE excuse whore of the century! Dan and I crossed a 4 ft snake on the greenway the other day. I froze till he passed. Would have turned around but that would have actually have made the loop longer! MP
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