Monday, April 13, 2009
Don't think I mentioned it, but I'm going through one of those "bachelor periods" that happen a couple times a year. Margaret flew off to New York late last week to visit with her kids, then made the hop to Michigan last night to visit her mother.
The fun addition to this trip is that she'll also be looking at vehicles.. something to load up with a fair amount of stuff from our storage unit and haul back here to New Mexico. Right now, so I've been told, the leading candidate is a Ford cargo van. We'll see what happens.
So with a lot of free time on my hands, and a cool (but very windy) day at my disposal yesterday, I decided it was time to climb a mountain. There're plenty of them available, but I picked one that I can see from the back porch. There are a couple of towers up there, so it makes an inviting target.
I filled my pack with water, a box of crackers, my Kabar knife, and binoculars, put my camera on the harness and walked away from the house at 11am. By noon, I was probably a little better than halfway up. I should note that this isn't exactly "technical climbing". I only had to use my hands a couple of times, but the last bit was damn steep, and the rocks were shifting around. The wind was blowing strong enough to practically blow me up the hill.
Two hours and fifteen minutes after I started, I was back at the house, soaking my shaking legs in the whirlpool bath. Today my legs are very sore, as I knew they would be, but not too bad.
Next time I do this, I'll make sure that someone knows what I'm doing. It's not exactly wise to go off on an excursion like this alone. But I do want to do it again. There's a higher point on the Little Floridas I want to try.
Meanwhile, here's a little slide show.. images I stopped regularly to capture (and catch my breath) on the way up and back down again. Enjoy.