>I’ve decided that if the menfolk in the blogsphere can blog about poker all the damn time, I can blog about hiking more than a couple times a week. Stick that in your smoke and pipe it.

So yesterday I decided to go with the Little Si trail since it’s only 5 miles instead of 8 and took about 2 1/2 hours to finish instead of 4. Since the sun sets about 4:30 pm these days, and hiking in the dark by myself isn’t the best idea, I feel I made the right choice. Little Si is not quite as intense as Big Si, but it still has a 1,250-foot elevation gain. Not so little in my humble opinion. Today my calves would agree with that assessment.

One of my favorite things to do when hiking is to torture my husband. He is not fond of heights. Flying, he’s okay. Standing on the precipice of a mountain 1300 feet from the ground, not so much. So, since I am such a sick and twisted cookie, my torment of choice is to dangle my feet off the edge of said precipice then email the picture to him. Here is the picture I sent him yesterday. Observe:

Heh.

I was informed in a cell call not five minutes later that it was indeed not funny.

Voulez-voulez-vous acrophobia