Oww, it hurts. It really really hurts.
Quick rant: I have a huge seasonally-appropriate autumn-colored bruise (you know, greens, oranges, yellows) on my derriere that won’t go away. How did I get it? Three days ago I climbed the stairs of Mount Bonnell, checked out the view, and then proceeded to eat it on the descent. Yeah, I fell flat on my…you know.
Now, most of you should know that Mt. Bonnell isn’t exactly Everest- its not even Rainier…it’s, in fact, kind of a grandma hike. So usually I would be really embarrassed to have been spanked so hard by such an easy trek. But it was a trap, I swear.
Have you been up there lately? The stones comprising the steps have been so polished over the years by feet that they are like bars of soap…innocent at first, but truly slippery and dangerous, ready to take you out when you least expect it. I honestly wonder how many people have biffed so hard like I did.
Anyone have a sander? Or a sandblaster? Because it’s a disaster waiting to happen. My 22-year old ass can handle the bruise— but can yours?