I make a shitty patient. I rate an extended period of convalescence right up there with a roaring case of hemorrhoids on the old ‘fun-ometer scale’. Nonetheless, my enforced layoff here in Ridgecrest hasn’t been such a bad thing. I have had the opportunity to meet and hang out with some really cool folk, namely local climbers/hikers Joe and Mark. In addition, I have managed to put on approximately ten pounds, each and every one of which will hold me in good stead for the upcoming lengthy section between resupplies through the High Sierra.
Lying in my motel bed I couldn’t help but have an ironic chuckle in regards to my present situation. In some two decades of hiking around the globe, I have had close encounters with grizzlies, King Browns, rabid dogs, gun-toting Mexican bandits and roaring rapids. Who would have thought that I would finally be put out of action by an innocuous sounding plant by the name of ‘Poodle Dog’. I mean, really, it at least could have been called ‘Pit Bull’ or ‘Rottweiler’ bush!