I have been digging in the backyard for the past two days and it reminds me why they used to punish prisoners by having them dig ditches. The work absolutely sucks. This reminds me of another activity out here that inhales pretty heavily on its own. This thing of which I speak is hiking in the desert. Since biblical times this has been viewed as a punishment so I have a huge problem with doing this on my own. As I was telling my tales of last weekend I neglected to mention our two hiking experiences.
Day one was a short four mile walk up a hill to his new house. It’s not so much the heat, screw that, it is the heat, the scorching way too close to the sun dry heat, which makes walking around outside stupid. That little adventure wasn’t enough torture for me so after our night out with Ricky we decided as penance we needed to climb the small mountain that his house is built into. This had to be one of the worst voluntary things that I have done in my life to date. I learned two important lessons on this climb. 1. Never rest your hand against a cactus, even if it will stop you from falling down. 2. Climbing up id ok but the trip back down is ridiculous. I didn’t write about these things because I blocked them out of my mind. The pieces of cactus that are still lodged in my hand are a constant reminder of the trip and the last time I went up and down a mountain of my own free will.
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