So I suppose I should be writing, as I owe quite a few posts, but I felt that I needed do something a little silly and fun before I delve into Mr. Srs Poster.
Why I was initially absent:
So this is Red River Gorge, a national park you'll find in Kentucky just east of Lexington. It's part of the Daniel Boone National Forest, and has been around for quite some time. It's beautiful, it's fun, it's a good place to go camping and hiking. Both of which I enjoy immensely. Come around in the Fall when the leaves are changing and your eyes will orgasm. It's my backwoods home, and takes just three hours to drive to from where I live. I was lucky enough to go there recently with my two friends who came into town to visit, and we had a blast. Well, mostly... I'll get to the part that wasn't such a blast shortly.
A wild butterfly appears!:
There's something about a butterfly on the tip of one's finger in the middle of miles and miles of dense forest that brings peace to your world. I suppose it's worth mentioning that I found this guy eating from a pile of horse shit found on one of the trails we hiked. But that's life. Finding beauty above all the shit.
Never go camping near rivers. They flood:
We did it anyway. But there is a story about my friend Jeremy and Ryan getting trapped when the Gorge flooded a few years back. They both lived to tell the tale, thankfully, but never doubt mother nature's power. We checked the forecast before we went off exploring this trip and found that there weren't going to be any storms, so camping next to this creek wasn't such a big deal. It was beautiful, and our site pretty much kicked ass.
Catching a few Z's on top of a glacier formed rock:
One of my favorite things to do, aside from going hiking, is hanging out at the top of your world and looking down at all the peons--I mean, lovely verdant forests, below. My friend Brian apparently caught me between dozing and looking up at Red Tailed Hawks soaring the skies above. Words really can't describe it. Neither can pictures honestly. But now we come to the crux of this whole scrap.
DEVIL ROCK SHELTER:
It's beautiful, isn't it? You could basically make this your home away from home in a storm. And the hill. The hill doesn't look all that steep to climb. Oh, but don't let the illusion fool you, my friends. It is steep, and the shelter doesn't want to be your home. In fact, it wants to try to kill you.
This is where I...had a little tumble and injured myself. Sprained both knees and got one covered in blood. The doctors had a good laugh about the imagery, and I imagine you should too. Go ahead, laugh. It was a
little worrisome being three miles away from the car on a trail that covered some pretty rugged terrain, but I (obviously) lived to tell the tale.
So here I am now, refusing to be bedridden, but almost healed, and raring to get some posting done.