The wind was at it again today. I drove 8 miles to Coachwhip Canyon thinking I might get some shelter from the wind in the small canyons there. It is a place I've been to many times when I had a 4 wheel drive vehicle. Now with the Little House on the Highway I have to park at the mouth of the Canyon and walk in. I don't need the adventure of getting stuck.
Oh to have that youthful exuberance once again for I would have scrambled up this to the top.
There are lots of little alcoves carved into the rock by the flood waters. This one had what looked like an Indian cliff dwelling in it. In reality the hole is only a couple feet tall and deep.
Eventually I reached the end of the narrow canyon I was in.
I searched deep and found just a little bit of that youthful exuberance still within me.
"I can do this."
As I was climbing up, all alone, no one knowing where I am, just once slip away from disaster, yes I was thinking to myself "Fool, you have no business doing this."
I made it to the top where I could look down into the neighboring canyon.
This overlook is just as small section of Coachwhip Canyon and you can imagine all the numerous canyons and ravines there are here to explore.
My youthful exuberance reserve was used up, spent, gone, bone dry empty.
Time for this old man to find a way down without tumbling ass-end over teakettle.