Hiking mishaps & all things crazy

What a day! I think the pictures tell the story better I could right now. 
She’s not wiping off blood. (If that’s what you think.) It’s pure mud. 

That’s not even the worst of my poor self. 
I slid down purposely the mountain in spots. My poor feet were not feeling the sneaker love today. 
The sneakers let me down. More precisely my little toes let me down. We’re not on speaking terms. A good lesson learned – if they don’t feel right the first time, they are not going to feel good the second time. 
Good thing, I have been running barefoot because I got down the mountain in my sock feet. Thanks to Laverna for drying my tears, and “there, there” while Mike and Amber dug a grave a shallow grave at the Grande Cache cemetery with their hiking poles. I am alive!

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