It’s a photo of my favorite cute bunny!
And she’s holding a rabbit!
Nyuk.
15 miles hiked this afternoon in Briones Park, through shin-deep cow wallows and astonishing flower gardens. It was shorts and T-shirt weather — sorry, Easterners, I do feel your pain — and so I have plenty dried mud sticking to my leg hairs. Only got lost once due to inadequate signage, turning a planned 14.3-mile hike into a fifteener.
The cows were out in force. One group of adolescent steers decided they liked me very, very much: they ran to greet me from a thousand yards off, stopped and stood at the edge of the fire road. I talked them into crossing the road and heading downhill, which, eventually, they did. Got fifty feet away, turned and looked back at me.
“Thank you for your cooperation,” I said, doffing my hat. “In return, I promise each of you that should we meet again, I will grill you to perfection.” Intrigued, they started running toward me again. I had to do the cow-spooking dance — jump in the air, land in a splayed, two-footed stomp wth arms wide — before they changed their mind.
A hundred yards down the road, I noticed they were still following me. Eventually they gave up. Did I look like a bale of hay or something?
87 miles hiked since January 1. Here’s another shot of Thistle. He’s almost as muddy as I am.
