Just what the doctor ordered.

So I finally went to the doctor. He gave me some drugs, referred me to a physical therapist and told me to come back in 6 weeks. I've got an appointment next week with the torture chamber, i.e. Physical therapist and I also got referred to a podiatrist to try and fix my toe. I'll let you know how it goes.

I did a nice hike in 1000 Palms yesterday for about two hours and the back was fine. Hiking feels good. I would credit the meds but I took them this morning and the back is acting up again.

Maybe I'm just allergic to work.

EPIC FAIL

I guess it's time to call an end to this experiment.  It's months later and my back still hurts.  I've kept hoping, foolishly, that my back issue would resolve itself but it hasn't and I'm going to finally head to the doctor.  I figure six months of suffering is enough.  Why did I know go earlier?  I don't know.   Fear, stubbornness, time constraints all conspired against me to cause me to delay getting proper care.  There was probably a dose of unrealistic optimism in there, too.   I just kept hoping it'd just go away.  But it didn't and I'm at the end of my patience with my weak flesh.

I'll let you know how the check-up goes.  I've got a list of minor maladies for the doctor to check on while I'm there.  Might as well get everything fixed at once.  With a new year coming on, who knows what I'll come up with the try and challenge myself.  I've got a bit less than two months to get better. 

Birthday Greetings

OK, so this hasn't quite turned out how I hoped it would.  It's my birthday today so I'm really feeling old.  I haven't been doing any hiking and I figured it was a good time to tell everyone why.

First, I got really busy at work and didn't have the time to go out and do any interesting hikes.  It's not like when I was hiking every day and I'd post whenever I hiked whether I had anything to say or not.  Here I only wanted to write if I had something to say.

Then, I got an ingrown toenail and it was killing me just to walk.  I hate going to the doctor so I avoided that and just suffered.  That wasn't a good idea because my hobbling caused my back to go out and now I'm suffering from Sciatica, which is intensely painful and doesn't make me want to go hiking any time soon.  But I think the back is starting to get better and the heat of the desert is filling me with desire to head up to the mountains ASAP.

I'm putting a date on July 1 to hopefully get started again.  Wish me luck.

A Couple Easy Hikes

OK, so I didn't lose over 50 lbs. in the past month by eating bacon and drinking vodka.  It would've been nice and I could have started a new diet fad but it was not to be.  I hope you all had a nice April 1st, though.

I did a couple nice hikes this week.  I'll update them later because I've got some bacon and vodka calling my name.

An Incredible Month Of Hiking and Weight Loss

I had a fantastic month of weight loss in March due to the combination of long, difficult hikes and a diet that consisted primarily of bacon.  I've discovered that eating six meals a day—about two pounds of bacon per day—and drinking two ounces of vodka during each meal is the secret  to quick and lasting weight loss.  Hiking up to 40 miles a day also burns the over 4800 calories I've been consuming.  I can only hope that April goes as well.  I've never felt better.

When I'm done with this I just may write a book about it.

A Brand New Ancient Trail

Recently, I've really developed a desire to go and explore the great wealth of alluvial fans down at the southern end of the Santa Rosa Mountains.  There are two reasons for this:

One: Hundreds of years ago, when the ancient Lake Cahuilla filled the lower part of the Coachella Valley, this area was a hotbed of Cahuilla Indian activity.  Generations of Indians lived near the banks of this great lake and flourished due to the richness of life it created.  Even after it dried up, its basin became a large repository for salt which was then traded with other Indian tribes throughout the region.  I know there have to be lots of trails remaining in the area that mark these ancient people's routes of travel.

The second thing that attracts me to the area is that nobody goes there.  Even in our great National Parks and Wilderness areas you will find signs that people frequent even to most remote locations and the highest peaks.  In this place, except for the trails of Ancients, there's no sign anyone has ever gone there.  Except me.

After wandering around for a couple miles I come upon what looks like start of a bedrock mortar.  I think this is probably a good sign.

I jump up onto a nearby bluff and find a faint but followable trail.

There are sections that are actually quite distinct— like this one--while other parts are barely discernible.

Other than the trail, I have found no other sign of human inhabitation except for this little pile of rocks. It's not much but they did not get this way on their own.  Someone had to do this.

The trail becomes more difficult to follow so I wonder if maybe I should head up to this ridge to see if I can spot anything.

It's obvious that there's not a trail here but maybe I can see something interesting.

I wander up the ridge a bit and looking down I see a large boulder covered with petroglyphs.  Had I just continued on the path I was on I'd be there already.

There are petroglyphs on a few boulders here but this is the largest.  

I always love finding new places and I wonder, with a hillside full of boulders, why the Indians chose these to create this rock art on.

Another etching.

In the distance it looks like there's another large boulder which may have some more art on it.  I hike over to it but it just a rock.

Here's another shot of the main boulder.

I find this nice little petroglyph of an early model sports car.  Those Indians were sure ahead of their time.

Beavertail Cactus flowers

I find this piece of what at first glance appears to be pottery.

But it ends up just being a rock.

Silver Cholla cactus flower

Now this IS pottery.  There are several pieces of what was probably a dropped pot.  I'm sure someone got in trouble for this.

Another piece.

And yet another.

Making my way back to my Jeep I come upon this section that looks like it's an old cobblestone wall.  The water coming down this wash has sheared off this section so cleanly that it looks like someone built it here.  This area is so full of fascinating finds that I'm really surprised that no one ever comes out here. That's OK with me, though; I'm glad they don't.

Boo Hoff Trail, La Quinta

I went on a nice little hike last Wednesday but didn't post anything because I didn't take too many pictures. It wasn't a hike so much as a mission of mercy.  One of the gals at work asked me if I'd take her father in law who was visiting from Canada and loving the weather and the great hiking here in the desert.  He was taking her and their family on a wealth of adventures and, quite frankly, wearing them out.  I only had a few hours but I did my best to get even for them.

Here's a GPS track I took of the hike on my iPhone.

Boo Hoff Trail