|annual suicide attempt
||[Jul. 16th, 2001|11:06 am]
So Wes and I hiked the greenbelt again. We did it once before, last September. It's a 15+ mile hike. My pasty computer programmer body was never meant for such things, which is half the fun. This time, we brought along more than enough water. I was also sporting brand new "jungle boots", purchased from the army surplus store. |
a couple of highlights:
1. saw a guy riding his mountain bike down the windy rock-laden trail while talking on a cellphone. We killed him.
2. saw loads of dragonflies in various colors, which I took as a good sign. I told Wes that it was a shame his spirit animal was Yoda.
3. saw our lives flash before our eyes (didn't take that long).
4. saw sewage pipes (which reeked) as "the government" was "improving" something or another.
5. blue herons, creepy lizards, black squirrels, buzzards, some unidentified furry thing darting across the trail
7. lots of friendly, panting dogs.
8. A very sad, mostly dry, creek bed.
9. Our hopes and dreams wither up and die (but that happens every day!)
All in all, fun. Next time, we'll have to pick one of the months that ISN'T the hottest of the year.
Here's a map, by the way. We did everything marked in red:
But seriously, name me one piece of nature that ISN'T improved by leaking sewage pipes.
You guys gotta stop smoking the crack rock.
Seriously, I'd love to do this one day. But can we have a car waiting at the end so i don't have to walk back? And what if i have to 'go'?
Crack rock was the only reason I survived.
The way I hear it, what most sane people do is get dropped off in the suburbs (trails end). They then have their friends park a car at Zilker so that they can drive home when they get there. As for restrooms, there are "access points" along the trail. And you know, it's the woods and stuff.