It is really annoying when I don’t listen to my instincts. At 7:30 this morning Echo and I left to hike on Mt Ashland before it got hot. As I was leaving I looked at her water bottle (it clips to my waist and has a flip out water bowl) while an inner voice said “don’t take this, there is plenty of water on the hike". I had a strange feeling while I was thinking this, but do I leave it-NO.
Today I finally remembered to take the digital camera, just wish Keith had remembered to charge it. At one point I sat down to photograph the wild flowers. Farther down the trail I noticed I had lost the water bottle. Back I go to find it, not looking at the path but on the side where the bottle would most likely be. I know better than to take my eyes off the trail for long and sure enough I tripped on a rock, went flying in the air and felt as if I were sliding into first base. Fortunately I hit soft dirt as I skid about two feet before coming to a stop. Echo as usual, when I fall, sat on me.

I found it interesting that only women I passed on the trail noticed, or commented, I had fallen. I really was covered in dirt. First thing I did when I returned home was throw my clothes into the washing machine.
So now I’m sitting here, fine but feeling a bit sore and wondering why I didn’t listen to myself.
