Due to a last minute camping trip, I missed going long Saturday morning. After spending the day working around the house, I knew I needed to get some work in, so off to Freedom Hills, just after sunset. I knew the darkness would limit my number, but I can't fall behind. On the third trip down the switchback trail, I rolled my rt ankle so far that I felt it up to my knee. I'm lucky I'm small, and don't put that much weight. I foolishly persisted, and did two more, descending much more slowly and carefully. There's a certain spot on the trail where I heard some critter hissing at me each time I went by. By the 7th time by, I decided it was some reedy plant scraping on a rock in the wind. But it hissed at me on my final climb; I remain unsure what the noise is. In any case, I was glad to finish. Afterward, I went and got scraped around the tennis court by my son. He's quite a player, whereas I haven't played much tennis. It's too much like pulling weeds; most of what you do is pick green things off the ground. Good times, though. 77/100.
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