Jack and Phil went up the hill...Jack never made it back down.
I just got myself and the pooch lost at Catalina State Park...in the dark...again. Holy crap, that sucks. It all started when I decided to get us out of a ravine before it got completely dark by going over a hill. It didn't go as quickly as I had imagined. Nothing says fun like trying to manuever over large bolders while climbing at a steep angle (up, and then later down) through desert plants that have a wide array of thorns ranging from long and thick to just thousands of tiny needles...in the dark. Sure, I had my trusty LED headlamp. Yeah, that thing lights up the surroundings like, well, like an LED headlamp. I always get anxious when I do stupid crap like this because I don't want to get the dog hurt. I could make it over the terrain pretty well, but there were areas that were tough for her. I think we both took stock of our lives the couple of times that I was trying to carry her up a steep incline and nearly fell backwards.
It's perhaps a reach to say "lost". More like, off track. I knew the direction back to the trail, but I didn't know how far or in what terrain. It was a relief when we hit relatively flat ground, and then a HUGE relief when we broke through the bushes onto the main trail. The pooch seems pretty unscathed, but I'll look her over closely in just a bit (tried once and she walked away). I think that I've gotten most of the needles out of me, and I'll now try to get the blood washed out of my pants.
Hoowah. Not boring to me, but probably to all of you.
