Just when I was getting embarrassed by our "way fun life", Mr. X caught the crud that's circulating around town. This basically means everything has come to a screetching halt. Hiking has been limited to what I can do on my lunch hour a.ka. the Flume Trail.
Last Monday, I exited the trail to see Sasquatch crossing the street. I looked again and recognized Bigfoot was really a black bear hugging a telephone pole, getting a good scratch. Some nice lady I walked past, kept telling her young daughter that it was a "little bear". Since it was at least 8 feet tall, I disagreed with her assessment. Of course, my opinion may have differed based on the fact that they were getting in their car and I was headed, on foot, toward the bear.
