This week doesn’t stand a chance after last week!
Last week Wifey and I celebrated our 26th wedding anniversary; I went over the 1,000 miles hiked mark (currently at 1,019.26 and counting) since September of ’22; I turned 52 years old (feeling better than I did at 51, and infinitely better than 50) and I had an amazing night hanging out and celebrating my birthday with Wifey and B.
So, as you might imagine, this week feels like a hangover without the headache or the runs. Or at least the headache.
My “rest” from hiking to let some nagging injuries heal has not happened yet, but I am thinking about it with intent. Additionally, my snap shooting as of late has been lackluster, and except for a couple of shots, the pics in this post are pretty much the best of the worst, and for that, I guess I apologize, at least for the pic with the found gutchies, but don’t hold me to it.
These are all the words I have; you’re welcome?
Later.
THE SOILED SOUNDS TRACK VIDEO OF THE POST
I discovered Guadalupe Plata by accident; I don’t understand a word, but I can’t stop listening to this trio (now a duo, I believe) from Úbeda, Spain, who play a unique brand of blues that sounds like Jon Spencer and Jack White made a baby in Spain.