It was HOT on the hills. HOTTER than yesterday. I was soon a HOT sweaty mess.
And loving it.
Like I was in an Indian Sweat Lodge without walls.
Soon I was having "visions" just like my Native American forebears used to have.
Climbing up the trail that leads to Lost Sunglasses Ridge I had a vision of a snow covered mountain peaking over the crest of the ridge. I felt like I was back in the Pacific Northwest, hiking a trail on the western slopes of the Cascades, seeing a volcano in the distance.
But, when I reached the top of Lost Sunglasses Ridge the vision of a volcano in Texas turned into yet one more cloud.
Elsie Hotpepper has been sending me mixed messages today. By this afternoon I am not sure if she really wants to go inner tubing in the Trinity River on the 4th of July. Regarding that issue, I did get a message from Miss GG in which she clearly indicated, in her words, she won't be "swimming with big rats" on the 4th of July.
I do not understand why so many Texans are so hypersensitive about the water they are willing to get wet in.
Very perplexing.
