Surprisingly, I'm only mildly sore this morning. Sheila and I decided to hike Mount Sanitas last night and even though it was only 5:45 PM when we left, it was pitch dark. Naturally, in these conditions we thought it best to not bring any headlamps, though we did have a tiny flashlight.
For those who don't know, Mount Sanitas is a nice hike right in town that is relatively steep (goes from 5300 ft to 6870 at the summit in 1.3 miles). It has strategically placed patches of ice, usually around jagged rocks, giving us plenty of chances to wipe out in the dark. Using our superior
Luckily, we didn't need a helicopter rescue this time around. Outside of a few stumbles, the rest of the descent was without incident and any broken bones went unnoticed.
I did almost have a gratuitous spill trying to hand Sheila the keys in the parking lot.
I find it best to layer bruises, adding the ones from this foray to the ones I acquired snowboarding on Saturday. It makes for a nice, mellow shade of blackish-purple, highlighted by lightning bolts of damaged veins and blood vessels. Sheila opted for the more hip and stylish elbow knot, a gnarled lump of contusion giving additional pointyness to a joint that already extends 90+ degrees.
Come to think it of, I don't know why Colorado's official colors are green and white. They should be black and blue, like the Rockies' uniforms!











