On June 19 I decided to do some serious hiking. Little did I know that by the end of the day I would have gone to the top of one of the San Francisco peaks.  It seems unreal now because so much time has passed and I’ve already had new adventures to write about. But I do want to record this climb of mine, so I’ll be posting some photos. It was fun at the top, the first time in my life when I’ve seen crows flying below me.  Also had other wild life to deal with.  Ok, I will admit that I took my time about getting to the top, it was still hard and the air is kind of thin at that altitude.

A nice vista on my way up

The local wild life, looking for a nice view

I'm at the peak, happy, tired and wondering how to get back down

Well, I did make it back down, and faster than I went up, at that.  Can’t hide from the fact that I was hurting, though. My hike started at about 7:30 am and I was back down at my car at about 6:30 pm. Two days later I was on a direct flight from Phoenix to London, 14 hours in one go! My body did not like sitting still for 14 hours after that climb. When I finally arrived in Oslo a very bad back ache set in and it kept me miserable for about a week when I finally got to a chiropractor. After three treatments I was ready to go sailing.