on the cusps of a cliff. This is what I was thinking.
A) So this is how it ends.
B) Those petroglyphs I scrambled up to take photos of weren't worth dying for.
My leg snagged on something, interrupting physics from pushing me to my final tipping point. My lower appendage decided to bend and not break. It torqued. Now I possess one very swollen knee.
The whole incident scared me. Bad things can happen so fast.
I'm not a patient patient. I've been told this a number of times from my too many orthopedic doctors and unfortunately surgeons too.
The healing process takes me out of my retirement routine. Wake up, drink coffee, eat, take a hike, relax and wait for Happy Hour. The getting better time leaves me too many hours to think of my reality. I'm really alone out there and here. As I continue to age this will become more of an issue. That scares me too.
Hey! Its a beautiful day in Death Valley National Park. I've got a bag of ice on my knee and an cold IPA in my paw.
It's near record heat at Furnace Creek too. April temperatures in mid February. Go figure.
Here are the petroglyphs I nearly became a buzzard's kosher appetizer for.
I dodged the great inevitable and got to see another Death Valley sunset.
I'll be more careful in my future. The blog must go on.