Tiger Mountain...
Aug. 10th, 2004 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelakI am going to go grossify when I get off by doing Tiger Mountain again.
I think I’ll take a backpack with some extra water because of the heat. Perhaps something for my bloodsugar too. And a walking stick. Generally I’m a fool and just bring one thing of water. Not today.
:P
We were going to go camping Sat/Sun. It didn’t work out. We didn’t head out in time on Saturday. We headed out on Sunday and realized we forgot matches, and we have a stove that lights with matches, and most of our food was... the type to cook....
So we did a 6 mile round trip hike with 40lb packs. [roughly 1800ft elevation gain] I was, to say the least, happy with the exercise, and amply tired. [And hungry, so I’m glad even though we turned around a mile from camp, that we headed back anyway!]
That and Steve did the splits on a rock next to a little cliff... that scared the fuck out of me, but other than that... heh... [it hurt his balls apparently too... poor guy!] [I can’t help but laugh NOW, but then it was not too funny ...]
You know, as I was in front, as usual on the way downhill I tend to book quite fast... I hear this authentic scream from behind me--- and assume he’s fell off the cliff. Jeah. All manner of, “oh fuck....”
Let me say this about the hike. Last year we did that Boulder lake hike. I found the walking stick that I threw into the fire at FoL on THAT hike. I was truly hit with more FoL aftermath when Steve slipped... later it occurred to me... I made a connection between the rock incident, how it made me feel, and the ritual. Interesting huh? Jeah moving on.
Tons of other things happened...
The next morning I hiked Tiger Mountain. Get these stupid-ass lazy muscles back into action.
Jeah.
-Angela
I think I’ll take a backpack with some extra water because of the heat. Perhaps something for my bloodsugar too. And a walking stick. Generally I’m a fool and just bring one thing of water. Not today.
:P
We were going to go camping Sat/Sun. It didn’t work out. We didn’t head out in time on Saturday. We headed out on Sunday and realized we forgot matches, and we have a stove that lights with matches, and most of our food was... the type to cook....
So we did a 6 mile round trip hike with 40lb packs. [roughly 1800ft elevation gain] I was, to say the least, happy with the exercise, and amply tired. [And hungry, so I’m glad even though we turned around a mile from camp, that we headed back anyway!]
That and Steve did the splits on a rock next to a little cliff... that scared the fuck out of me, but other than that... heh... [it hurt his balls apparently too... poor guy!] [I can’t help but laugh NOW, but then it was not too funny ...]
You know, as I was in front, as usual on the way downhill I tend to book quite fast... I hear this authentic scream from behind me--- and assume he’s fell off the cliff. Jeah. All manner of, “oh fuck....”
Let me say this about the hike. Last year we did that Boulder lake hike. I found the walking stick that I threw into the fire at FoL on THAT hike. I was truly hit with more FoL aftermath when Steve slipped... later it occurred to me... I made a connection between the rock incident, how it made me feel, and the ritual. Interesting huh? Jeah moving on.
Tons of other things happened...
The next morning I hiked Tiger Mountain. Get these stupid-ass lazy muscles back into action.
Jeah.
-Angela
