I'm just here to read 'Noid's posts. I don't even like hiking.
Ah, the irony, the irony.
Ellen, thanks for the kind and jestful words.
I remember that "cat claw" picture of yours, but don't recall during which hike it was taken (nor which post).
My Greek is now so feeble from disuse that I think I've forgotten more than I ever knew. Which may be a good thing.
At least I can most often say truthfully, "Heckifino what (it) means. It is Greek to me." (shrug) Speaking of which, that does not translate to "Atlas," but rather "Sisyphus."
No disparagement to your friend in the photo re: the deceitful, bellicose, and cruel Sisyphus, but the comparison is more for the pattern of our endless hiking vs. the endless labor of repeatedly rolling the boulder up the hill.
That is a heckuva boulder, and photo BTW.
While we may feel fatigue from our recurrent Up-down mtn travel, we never tire of it, nor do we tire of reading myriad TRs from you and others. 'Tis a labor of love, not penance.
Snow flurries galore will frost the hills in the next few days; looking forward to getting it while it's not hot.
c ya out there,
arocknoid
PS a pic or two from our last snow dusting:
familiar panoply:
"Hey, there's FRC-- look for Ellen! "
Nearing sunset on the LA Sea
West Baldy summit ravens: "I told you not to go out in the cold without a hat; you'd freeze your freakin' beak off. Was I right, or was I right? But nooo-body listens to me.
And now look at you. Better fly down to Sleepy Hollow..."
