Since Buddy’s injury placed him under house arrest, we decided to hike an area where dogs aren’t allowed. He really did not understand why he was being left at home.
Donna did her best to shake off the guilt of leaving Buddy at home.
We decided to hike La Jolla Canyon, an area that was scorched by the Springs Fire last year. Despite all the burnt brush, the landscape was beautiful. At the trailhead sat what used to be restrooms. Obviously they’re never gotten around to rebuilding them.
The hike was right at about 8 miles with more than 1,300 vertical feet of climbing along the way.
The wind was really gusting near the top. My camera got more than it’s share of dust, as did my mouth, and needed a good cleaning once we got home. My camera needed cleaning that is, not my mouth. Well, maybe I should’a washed my mouth out with soap.
The worse part of the hike was that for the entire second half of the trip, we had nothing to look at but the ocean.
After skipping any sort of breakfast and not taking any sort of food on the hike, we were starving by time we got home. Donna had planned ahead and had a huge splurge of a breakfast whipped up in no time! Has browns, egg whites, biscuits, sausage and best of all, sausage gravy! We couldn’t move a muscle for the rest of the day – Donna, because of the hike and me, because I ate too much of Donna’s wonderful cooking!
