Life, with some cycling.
Unbeknownst to me, my shoe picked up a dried, fallen cactus section on the trail and as I moved my right foot past the left, I firmly anchored the damned thing into my ankle...immediately grabbed at it with my hand and planted a few barbs into my thumb......just for good measure, you know.
Now there's a part of AZ that I can do without.
We had a great day in the White Tanks a few years back. Sunshine, petroglyphs, and a Native American playing his flute back in the canyon.It was a beautiful experience. However, we didn't have any experiences with stray cactus.
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