Feels like...

Seeing as today is a banking holiday AND the weather here in Phoenix has finally cooled off, Adela and I went hiking up Phoenix's very popular Camelback Mtn. 15 minutes of looking for a parking space isn't usually my ideal way to start a hike, but there you go. Not even 100 paces into this, and I lose my footing, and fall down hill landing fairly hard on my knees and hands. Not wanting to be a baby about the whole thing, I dust myself off and keep hiking.

Animals I would say are much smarter than we are at hiking, but in tricky places, it's best not to attach yourself to them. Unfortunately for me, Adela is a very big and intimidating dog, and people prefer her on a leash. So when we got to the very steep and slick places of the hike (so steep they installed a railing for people to literally pull themselves up on), in the interest of my saftey, I'd let her go so we could both scale up the rocks.

The view from the top of the mountain... well, I don't yet know what it looks like because I didn't make it all the way there. When I stumbled and fell at the begining, I had gashed my knee up pretty good, and my footing was getting more unstable the further and further I got. Again, in the interest of self-preservation, I decided to turn back before I got worse couldn't make it back down again.

When I got home, I looked at my knee... It wasn't so good. Dave helped me clean it out, bandage myself up again. Without actually showing the damage (cuz it's pretty nasty looking), this is the damage to the pants.

At the very least, it was a good hike for Adela. When we came home from the hike, she pretty much konked out.
Ahh it's always good to be home again relaxing.