Sunday, January 27, 2013

I awoke this morning wondering "What shall I do today?"

My choices:

1.  Take a few minutes out of my busy schedule to 'Set everybody straight on the internet about politics, guns, and religion.


2.  Take a walk.

 I decided to accept the challenge, take the road less travelled, overcome, achieve, and excel!
I decided to just take a walk at...
Mike's place

Mike is a superb artist, and works with, well, anything.  If he'll let me, I'll do a blog on just he, Brenda, their house, and his art some day.

Mike and Kitty

Hey Kitty, you probably don't want to chase a stick, do you?
You bet!  "Dog" is terrible at fetch!  Throw it.  Throw it.  Throw it.  Throw it.   Throw it.  Throw it.  Throw it.  Throw it. Throw it.  Throw it.  Throw it.  Throw it.  Throw it.  Throw it.  Huh?  Now?

Please!!!  Now is good!!!

Mike's place...
is about 4 miles up the East Fork of the Lewis river from my house, and is near the river's confluence with Copper Creek.  He has a sign on the side of his house that announces "Kayaker Parking Only.  All Others Will be Towed."  I rubbed the stubble on my face and considered that I'm pretty sure he means it.  I parked there anyway.  Mike and his friends, ever the inveterate kayakers, had become concerned with some of the blow downs that had fallen into the river.  Tagging one of these logs going 30mph in a tiny fiberglass shell could... um.. have a negative impact on the rest of your day.


 We took a walk to check it out...

Mind you now, the expression "taking a walk" means different things to different people.  I have a friend who power-walks her neighborhood in San Diego.  If it's dry and above 70F.  Unless she sees an unleashed dog, then she turns around.  I don't understand, but I do know that it's a very real fear for her.  

"Taking a walk" out here has its own, shall we say, challenges.  It's wet.  The rocks are wet.  Your boots aren't exactly "traction masters".  Some of the paths are mere 10-12 inch outcroppings of  stone...10-20 feet above the next outcrop... which is 10-20 feet above the next, and then another drop to the river. And anything that doesn't move... is capped with that green moss that's so prevalent in the PNW.  My brain tells me that the rock's solid while my heart wonders whether or not some of that soft green moss will break away and disappoint some of my next of kin and all of my bankers?   Oh, and there are animal tracks in the softer areas that my friend from SD would not want to contemplate.  Not your dog.  Not your kitteh.

Three falls... One just before the horizontal log afar, one just after, and another at the lower part of the picture.  It would be so much fun to run this in a kayak.  After I get my shoulder fixed.  And my back, maybe.  Shoulder for sure, but back?  Nyah...  too scary.

the Green Eye

Ice cold, clear water.  Unsullied by humans.  Oft sullied by Steelhead.  This creek, and the river (Lewis) it feeds, are an angler's paradise.

Just more river.  When are we going to see something good?

Swimmin' Hole
This is a good spot for kayakers to pull out for a break.  Take a little swim to "cool off".

Many feet above the river, it's time to start back.  This is looking at the "trail" outcropping on the right side of the image.  Tricky.  Crappy pic, no sense of perspective, but it's actually a Long Way Down to the water.  And, wet with sweat, I'm starting to get cold.  My hips and legs are on fire.  I should have brought my nitro tabs.  I'm getting really tired.  And...    

Was it worth it?
This is me.  Just sitting on a rock.  I've completely wasted the day when I could have been on the interwebs telling you everything, absolutely everything, that you need to know about politics, gu...  Nyah...  All that stuff can suck it.  I'm still alive.  And, as we all know, being alive is so much more rewarding after you've stepped up to the edge.

For the rest of the day I have pathetically little to look forward to as I trudge through my meager existence... one aching foot in front of the other, towards...  Maybe the hot tub!  Some dry clothes.  A blunt the size of my trigger finger.  FOOD!  (Cheetos are food)  Peaceful, relaxing sleep...

So.  If you ever get het-up about politics, guns, and/or religion...

You might want to consider just taking a frikken' walk.

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