Thursday was just like Wednesday, except that my short walk/hike was on different trails. Other than that everything was pretty much the same: still sick, still achey, still acting like a dick and being a forty-four year old baby because I’m sick with a head and chest cold. You know, typical douche-like me stuff.
I did go a little further on Wednesday’s hike and I only took the Fuji x100s with me. I really dig the camera but I’m still learning some things about it here and there, especially when using the tele conversion lens.
Random Pope J.P. II trail debris.
Not much else to say about the walk or the day other than I tried to “self medicate” later that night with some drinks and it worked! Well, it worked while I was inebriated, after that I felt the same.
Tree stump shrooms.
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The first signs of fall falling.
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Smurf hut.
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Lonely park grill looking for burger love.
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The trail was OK, scenic seems strong.
Sick or not, I’m forcing myself to get out on the bike today, even if it’s just for twenty or twenty-five miles.
Later.