Quote of the Day: “In case you’re worried about what’s going to become of the younger generation, it’s going to grow up and start worrying about the younger generation.”
- Roger Allen
wimped out chose not to run yesterday, I thought I should probably do SOMETHING physical that doesn’t include stumbling to the bathroom and squeezing one out.
With that in mind (and try to get it out of yours, I challenge you), I asked my family if they wanted to join me at Peñasquitos Canyon for a hike. We even decided to take old Buster and everyone was so excited they jumped on to lick my face. OK, maybe that was just Buster….. and Carrie.
We packed everything up and headed out to the Canyon, where I’ve done endless runs endless times. We got there and the place where I park was practically deserted.
Buster was ten kinds of excited as we started our hike and I have to admit, it was a good time. Maybe it was the great weather, the clear skies, and the beautiful scenery but a lot of it had to do with having my family there where I had run so many runs.
And the fact that I was WALKING instead of running. It’s so much easier to hike than to run. I know that sounds obvious but it was almost ridiculous how easy it was.
We hiked for about a mile until we crested a hill and in the mini-valley we walked down, there were hundreds and hundreds of birds swirling around. I think we had happened upon their mating ground or something. Bummer. Sorry birds but I’m taking my family through. Try not to be too obvious about what you are doing and everything will be fine.
At about the mile and a half mark, we found the waterfall. They CALL it a waterfall but it was more like a water trickle. We had to hike down to get to the bottom but I stayed at the top for a little bit watching an Asian man negotiate a boulder. He was trying to find a way down and went here, there, back to here, and so forth. He seemed to be having trouble finding the best way down and after watching him for a few moments, I decided to go down the trail to join my family.
When I got to the bottom, I heard Mr. Asian Guy get down. It was not a pretty sound.
He basically fell 10 feet on his back.
I didn’t exactly see it but I watched my wife’s reaction who absolutely saw it. She explained how he tried to “hop” down but when his feet hit, they instantly slid out and he fell on his back and smacked his head.
I didn’t want to embarrass him but wanted to make sure he was OK. You could tell he was embarrassed and tried to play it off. Then he sat on his haunches and just sat there real still for awhile. It was obvious he was trying to get his senses as well as his breath back. He had really done a number on himself but hey, don’t try to jump off boulders, dumbass.
The kids crawled around and explored the area while Carrie and I looked on. I didn’t feel like pulling an Asian Guy or anything and believe me, I’m capable, so I just waited for the kids.
We got going again and the kids climbed trees, walked ahead, fell back, and basically did what families do on hikes. I was glad to get everyone out in the wilderness and get some fresh air. Myself included.
We made our way back and everyone felt like we had a good time as a family. Especially Buster; he expressed his happiness with this little excursion by, well, wagging his tail and licking our faces. But then again, he does that when we return from getting the mail so whattya gonna do?
Free Advice for Today: “Remember that much truth is spoken in jest.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.