Here’s wishing my American readers a very happy Thanksgiving day. Don’t eat too much!
I can’t promise to take my own advice in that regard as I’ll be dining at the Arizona resort’s special turkey buffet this afternoon. Need to get my pesos (595, around $12) worth! Will be dining with some friends from Alley Cats bar because who wants to eat a feast alone?
In the spirit of the day I can say I’m indeed thankful for my family safe at home, my life here, my health, and my loving dog. Life is far from perfect but I know I’ve been blessed.
What else? Well, it’s been a while since I’ve had a day like this:
Three hours with the sausage walkers will do that…
Yogi Berra famously said “I came to a fork in the road and I took it”. What do you do when you encounter a spoon?
We gather every Wednesday at 1000 at the Angels bakery then head for the hills…
And damn, every time I think a climb can’t get any harder, it does.
Unlike the Hash, the trail is not laid out and marked in advance. We are basically just winging it, although the more experienced walkers usually know what’s ahead from past experience. Except when someone constructs a new razor wire fence blocking the trail. We couldn’t go around the fence so we went through it.
About an hour into the hike we came upon what I assume was a rest area. No idea what the real story here is/was.
The effort is rewarded.
It was a cool(er) day, overcast with occasional sprinkles. Quite pleasant really.
This week’s iteration of the sausage walkers…
Happy Thanksgiving y’all!
Happy Thanksgiving to you.
32,000 steps in 3 hours is almost 11,000 steps an hour! I’m plodding along at 6,000 steps an hour. You on speed or something?
No. I did over 10,000 steps earlier in the day. I’m a 7,000 steps an hour guy….at least on flat ground.
OK, that sounds saner. Whew. Enjoy your Turkey Day meal!
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