“Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere...” : Midsummer Night's Dream, William Shakespeare
Over hill and dale, Dexter, Comet and I hit the dusty trail at 7:15 this morning, or more precisely, Cowles Mountain in La Mesa, part of the Mission Trails Park. We rarely go here as this is one of the most popular hikes in the County. However, morning commute traffic was snarled on the road that leads to our regular walking spot, and impatiently I turned left. The “road less traveled” so to speak. (My apologies to Robert Frost.)
Twenty minutes and a half-mile up the trail puffing and panting (Comet and I, that is), my ankles started to ache so we headed back to the car. I have a tendency to be self-righteous when I see people ill-prepared, going hiking with their dog. It is always warm in San Diego, Even early in the morning, without water, I did not want to be the object of my own scorn. And the guys? Nothing like a little exercise to work up an appetite.