We (Jim, Scott, and me) did our traditional Saturday hike today so as to avoid bumping up against the weekend curfew. Not that it would have mattered because we wound up going short and finished by noon. It was all pretty hot and intense though so that was enough.
Well, rules are rules and we should all just follow orders I suppose.
I’m on record as stating just how ridiculous the mask-wearing requirements truly are, especially since most of the masks are homemade and porous. So this pretty much captures the preventative value of donning the mask:
That’s really all I’ve got for now. I do have some news about the easing of the quarantine (or perhaps the ease of violating the quarantine) I’ll share with you tomorrow. Now some beer drinking beckons me (and yes, that last sentence is related to the previous sentence).
Stay tuned!
A good, hard climb! That looked like a tough hill. I’m familiar with how photos don’t quite convey the steepness of a slope.
Great to find some kindness while on the trail. One thing you learn, when distance hiking, is to be thankful for every little instance of relief or mercy that comes your way—every cool puff of wind on a sweltering day, every thick tree shadow after hours under the sun, every helpful gesture from a random fellow human being.
Well said, Kevin. I was thinking as this stranger was nursing Scott’s wounds that using her own medicine was a real sacrifice. Generosity defined! And yeah, I was lamenting the lack of a breeze on the uphill portion but we were welcomed on the other side of the mountain with a sweet and refreshing breeze…a breath of fresh air as it were.