Winky the world's most hyperactive hiker, or maybe it is Cliff, forced Kadizzle into New Mexico for a hike yesterday. We hiked down a mountain valley that was full of brush. Supposedly we were going to a waterfall. When we got there the waterfall was very disappointing. It was a hot day and the humidity was high. Coming out of the canyon was a death march. Kadizzle paid dearly for the lard around his middle. Little Joey took a lot of effort to get up the brushy trail. The thorns tore Kadizzles arms to shreds. It looked like he had been attacked by a bear. The energy just was not there. About every tenth of a mile a rest was required. A storm chased us out, and we made it just in a nick of time. Today is recovery day. The old body is sore and needs rest. Some serious porch sitting is in order. Did have fun with the bloody arms. Kadizzle posted a picture of his torn up arms on facebook. In reality it was nothing but minor scratches, but the blood running out of the scratches made it look much worse. After a shower all the damage disappeared. The vastness of the forest in New Mexico, and Arizona never cease to amaze Kadizzle. Anyone who thinks these two states are barren desert is sadly mistaken. Miles and miles of road with nothing but trees and no one living anywhere. Our live have made a 180 degree change from the prairie.
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