You may be wondering the whereabouts of Pure Luck, as was I since he was incommunicado yesterday. He is still in the Great Northwest, working for a few more weeks, but here is a report on his day off adventure:
It was my day off today and so I decided to go for a hike in the
(kinda, sorta) nearby blue mountains. I was attempting to make a little
more progress on the trail that I had lost the last time I tried it,
and make progress I did. I went a few miles further over the ridge
until…I hit more snow and lost the trail again. Doh! Typically, I
kept going forward. Eventually I stumbled onto some logging roads which
seemed to be going in the right direction and followed them. Just as
one I was depending on to take me down to the road ended abruptly there
it was: the trail! I followed it down into the shade where there was
still a fair amount of snow, broke through a couple times and finally
made it out to the road the map said my car was on (the map was right
On the way down the road I encountered a sleek,
brown snake soaking up the last of the day's warmth from the tar and as
I neared my car there was a hawk flying overhead piercing the air with
its cries. Quite serene and beautiful. And one of the things that
helped it be serene and beautiful was that in five+ hours of hiking in
shorts and t-shirt there was not one mosquito, not one black fly. In
short it was a hiker heaven.
Although there were none of those
there were a fair number of elk which fled from me with some dispatch.
I cannot figure out how the hell they can run through all those blown
down trees. Elkin magic I guess.
Yes, he is still the punster we know and love.
Well, I do, anyway.