This little forest animal was scampering around near our car when we got back from an epic bike ride on Sunday. I watched him in a daze, but did get a chance to get a picture of him and his cozy looking tree home.
He kept running inside this tree house, and I wondered how many other chipmunks were living inside...but was too exhausted to move one inch to see if I could see any of his relatives.
We went out to a place called Tully Lake on Sunday - which is gorgeous and a wonderful place to kayak. We did do a bike ride there last year but since I was a novice, I walked about 90% of the trail and had a lovely time on a beautiful day. That was last year.
This year I wanted to see if I could ride the trail - seeing as how I'm SO much more experienced than I was last year ( do you hear the sarcasm?). I wanted to DO this trail. I wanted to conquer it. I was pumped up!
Well...I didn't walk 90% of it this year, but I'd say 60 - 70%. The trail is impossible, very technical, filled with stubborn rocks and bridges and ledges.
Do you call this a trail? I can't even see where the trail might be, but it follows those orange blazes thru the forest. So yes...this is a trail.
I walked this section...and the next...and the next after that.
Finally took a break.
While I was riding/walking/falling I swore a million times that I would never darken this trail again. I hated it with a passion. It is a mean trail. It is for testosterone laden 20 year old boys, not for mature confident don't-need-to-prove-anything women.
Now that I am three days out from trying to ride this monster...I want to go back and try it in sections. Practice. Wear more body armour and don't worry about falling.
I wonder if I am stubborn or just stupid.
Happy Animal Wednesday everyone!!!