this morning, the 3am alarm in my head eating through the dense unconsciousness and setting all the sore points on high. the wrist the knees the back the arms and legs, i guess the head was ok except i felt like the wrong end of a 3 day bender. the effort to get up was beyond my strength. creaking like a old cupboard door i lifted my battered parts off the bed. Thank george for the foam mattresses i have on top of the lead apron style bedding thats normal here. a few shakes of the jowls and hair sets the world in motion and i start to believe i am here and getting prepared for all this. yesterday was an assault on the north face of arunachala, a blissful jaunt through cacklethorn and thornberry and thornhedge and thislethorn and do you notice a theme here? thorns the size of industrial sewing needles and just as tough except they break off under the skin with the slightest pressure, ensuring hours of delightful digging later. well i survived and even learned a thing or two, especially that there is something up there eats monkeys, as i found a fresh spinal column and tail with skin still on along with a few assorted remains on a rock overlooking the jungle below. the steep terrain and buddha grass everywhere conceals a myriad of holes and rocks and slippery dirt patches that on the descent make for a treacherous return, my main worry was sliding into the deadly thorn bushes and thorn trees that grow in great profusion as to be sure to ensnare any unwary hiker. but after a quick hot shower, thank god for the sun and black water tanks, and some rest i made it to rise another day, which is now and im definitely feeling the strain of old muscles and older rocks.
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