(Bunny Cactus Shadow)
Well, sort of drunk hiking...we were cold sober on the three hour hike going up the Rincon Mts from 2,700ft to 5,200 ft -- something we had not quite intended to do, but the day was beautiful, the mountains fresh and lovely and so we didn't stop until our legs complained too loudly. We rested on sun-warmed rocks, ate three homemade molasses cookies and drank a flask of Jack Daniels. And almost immediately due to the altitude and lack of food felt absolutely giddy. It was a lot of fun.
Even the three hour hike down was a bit like stumbling on ship in storm, laughing at everything, and feeling very "friendly" to the few intrepid hikers we met. Back home there was a general collapse, aspirin for sore feet and muscles, followed by an immediate promise to go again soon.