Friday, September 10, 2010
Joshua Tree In All Its Glory
We got to the beginning of the hike and I started getting the water together. What did my husband say? "We don't need that. I am not going to carry it." Good thing I didn't listen to him. What I actually said was, "OK. I will carry it but I won't share." Five minutes into the hike he offered to carry the water. What he wanted was a drink. It was REALLY hot.
We got about two miles in and I was exhausted. Did I mention I was on my period? That we had already run four miles? I was plugging along getting hot and cranky when I saw a deer bound across the path. My husband said it was a goose. What? A goose? It was NOT a goose. That was the final straw and I refused to go any further.
On the way back I stopped under the shade of a bush to relax for a minute. Did I see all the stickers on the ground? Of course I did but I sat down anyway. Those stickers don't come out and they don't brush off. My husband spent the night pulling all the little thorns out of my bum with a pair of tweezers.