Mr Fogg I believe you have lost the bet
Trip Start Oct 16, 2009
163Trip End Feb 25, 2010
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For today though the call of the wild – well the slightly less domesticated had me pulling on the hiking boots and heading for a nearby Ct state park. The Sleeping Giant SP is so called because from a distance the ridge of hills looks something like a reposed human. As I approached the park I did get a glimpse of the hill and could see the likeness; sort of. The final approach to the park was a bit of disaster as I managed to drive straight past the car park and off down a quiet residential street. As it happens I needed fuel for me and the Gee Whiz so I went on an aimless amble for about 20 minutes before reengaging brain to set the twat nav to find a fuel station
Once fuelled up and filled with the requisite travel information from the station owner and one of his customers I found the state park and the car park and then proceeded to spend a half hour trying to get all my walking gear on. This included, for the first time, my gaiters which quickly joined the list of 'walking gear what I have broken' when I tried to tighten up the sole straps. After a quick chat with Mr Heath and Mr Robinson I cobled the strap back together and set off.
And then turned back as I had headed up to the picnic area not the trail head.
Once on the path up to the tower I was off for real. The path was covered in a few inches of snow and if it had not been for a helpful fellow walker the snow would have hidden from me the fact that underneath the path was sheet ice. Fortunately the judicious application of my hiking poles (out front in a stabbing motion) and sticking to the snowy edges of the path avoided any Arches NP style embarrassment.
After getting a few pictures at the summit I continued on the Blue Path which is rated most challenging in the whole park: it was not long before I found out why when I turned comer to a snow covered, rocky, extremely steep 100ft plus drop
Needless to say I did fall on my arse and ironically I was only a matter of minutes from the car. Coming down the final path I was following someone else’s footsteps in reverse (i.e. someone who had gone up the same way) and at the exact moment I thought I knew better and headed to the right rather than the left down I went! Ouch! As I lay there thankful that the park was empty (I had seen 10 people all day) I realised that I could not easily get up so I just slid down another 15 feet until I found solid ground again. So graceful!
After that was all over I travelled down the motorway to find a Pantera for lunch (not one of their better places) and then headed back to get sorted for NYC.
Most precise sign of the day. $219 fine for littering: Why not 200 or 250 or even 220?
Least precise (for me anyways) sign of the day: the number 25 in a white square box
Best email of the day: The note from Skip telling us all when Nuns XIV is being held. If any of you potential virgins out there want to stop prevaricating and actually show up this year – let me know.
What I listened to. Some more of that "you say I’m fab etc" including Woodie Guthries’ “This Land is your Land” which seemed very appropriate given the scenery I has been enjoying.