Oh, it’s Monday, isn’t it? Guess I should knock out a blog post then…
This weekend was a lot of fun, and a little painful; the former providing most of the latter.
On Saturday Bonnie and I drove up to a strange place called “Canton”. Don’t go there looking for fantastic Chinese food, because it seems to have no connection to that Canton. I’ll say that the primary purpose of this journey was to get in a day of hiking, but you all know me well enough to know that beer was involved. She and I did nearly eight miles of hiking around Boling Park, and then proceeded to use our Hop Passports at two Reformation Brewing locations â€” Canton, and Woodstock. The day was capped with my first (ever?) night of relaxation on my brick patio enjoying a fire. I will say that sitting around fire made the many hours of hard labor feel worth it, and oh, there was that whole beneficial weight loss as well.
Yesterday both Glory Mole (aka Bonnie) and Wee Little Bit (aka me) misread the hashing tea leaves. The hares for yesterday’s Hog Mountain hash were Double Suck and Knight Stalker, both of whom have a recent history of laying trails that could, and perhaps should, be cut in half. Perhaps I thought that two wrongs would make a right. The start was the old Sports Authority on Northlake Parkway. After two hours of rough terrain and somewhat confusing marks, by this time we’d covered nearly 5.5 miles, we pulled the plug on the rest of trail and walked roads back to the start/end. My watch recorded 8.5 miles of moving, taking a little over three hours. The only hound to successfully finish trail was Aw Burned Out, who did over nine miles, which included the swamp that exists behind the cineplex (old I-85 Drive In) just north of Shallowford Road.
Each of these outings tested and further hurt my ailing left knee, the one that popped while bending down in REI last Tuesday. In other health news, there is still a bit of swelling in my left eyelid; I wish it would return to normal on its own.
Today I need to work, duh, and am considering going to the Moonlite hash that will start and end at Pancho’s on Buford Highway. The hare tonight is Knight Stalker, so I will attempt to read the tea leaves again, and see how my knee progresses, before making my final decision later. If I am to be honest I am considering going more for the Mexican food than the trail. ðŸ˜‚
The world of Wee Little Farm is literally being uprooted by goddamn squirrels. I pulled the remaining tiny carrot plants because they stood little chance of making it to full-sized carrots, and I had to replant some of my tiny lettuces and one basil plant, but don’t know if they will survive.
Hope you had a fun and healthy weekend.