The walk that turned out to be fairly boring
I did take that walk--another 5 miles, bringing my one-day total walking distance to 10 (ten) miles. By the time I finished screwing around with my last entry the temp had dropped into the high 80's and it was lovely.
I wore a hat to protect my brain from overheating in case I need to tell someone how many palms are in a cubit.
Water! the drink of adventurers and guys who walk!
This is my neighbor's front lawn. I've never actually met him, but now I can say hi and call him by name!
This white line leads to somewhere important.
Aha! Fireworks! There are hundreds of these tubes, all labeled with numbers. I was going to set a few off and take pictures for this post, but there weren't any actual fireworks in the tubes. Someone must have told them I was coming.
Strangely enough, I wandered all around the fireworks prep area, and took a bunch of pictures without anyone making a peep about it, but when I took a picture of this sign for the 10k walk, some burly guy came over and said (in his best authoritarian voice), WHY ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF THESE SIGNS?"
So I told him the truth--I was hired by fundamentalists to switch the mile numbers around so that the runners would become confused and disoriented, causing them to run into each other, and thus effectively creating a sense of dismay that would spread through the festivities like a virus. After that everyone would vote for soccialized medicine. Clever, eh?
I made enemies, for sure. This guy followed me all the way home.