Thunder thighs

I believe that Sedona is populated ONLY with skinny people. No fat people may apply for residency. Seriously, I am an alien here. If there was a famine here, I would be the only person to survive. I have reserves.

Anyway, we hiked up to and across Brin's Mesa today.  With a detour.  Also called "getting lost."  It was COLD, and very windy.  Nice scenery, yada yada yada.  After looking at these gorgeous rock formations and beautiful trails every day for 4 days, it becomes "normal," instead of a knock-your-socks-off miracle. I can't decide if that's good or bad. It's still terrific, and I still appreciate it. I just don't run around with my  mouth wide open like I did at first.  Thank goodness.

We did get a little lost, and had to retrace our steps. Might I add that the steps we had to retrace were UPHILL?  Of course.  I was a bit annoyed, so I powered up that long section of moderate hill terrain.  Kinda proud of myself, actually.  These thighs....thunder thighs, but in a good way.  Well, that may be stretching it. (which is what they do to my hiking pants....heh, heh, heh).

I'd better quit patting myself on the back before I sprain my neck.

We leave here tomorrow, but plan on one last hike on our way out of town.  Calculated our miles for the entire trip, and we've done 31 miles.  Hey! Not bad!

1455 miles to Moab.