My feet are feeling better. Unlike most blogs by people who've run ultras, I've never done an ugly toes photo. So...
|That's not dirt, but bruising, on the big toe.|
|The last red skin on feet that need some sun.|
The red chocolate idea has some real problems. In confectionery, if you've never seen it, there's usually a good reason. No one ever shows the kitchen failures, so here's a rather pretty red glop that's the result of a pH mistake.
A closer inspection of property boundaries showed that another of the peaks I want to climb is privately owned. I got the address of the owner and tried to get permission, but the owner is in a nursing home and the estate is in trust, which led me to a lawyer being very "lawyerish" about it and then to family members, who are taking the stand of "whatever my sister says, I say the opposite." That's what you get for trying to be nice.
I'm starting to see someone new. She undoubtedly will do a Google search of my name and find this blog, so I have to watch what I say for a while. Maybe.
Okay, maybe not. I can probably explain away why my posts always seem to end this way: