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?
James at Coyote Mercury just posted a photo of those steps! Fear them!!
http://coyotemercury.com/blog1/2006/09/29/old-photo-friday-17/
Since my twenties took place in the seventies, I seldom go up the steep steps, opting for the long, slow but less steep walk up the side path. Amelia, I sure hope you didn’t drop the margaritas!
Annie at the Transplantable Rose
What footgear was in use? Tie-shoes with a good grip work best. Visitors always want to go to Mount Bonnell because it’s in the list of things for tourists to do, but we always do a shoe check before we take anybody there who intends to ascend or descend.