For a down day, it was active. I set out after a spectacular breakfast to simply walk around the area for a while, and that was what I did. Somehow, I managed to find my way to the trailhead for a waterfall, and decided to see if I could find it without a guide.
After trying two separate forks in the trail, and spending an hour or so tramping in the jungle solo, and with nobody having the slightest idea where I was, I decided today was not a good day to die in the jungle, and backtracked my way out. Despite the relative proximity to town, I had seen nobody since about fifteen minutes prior to turning onto the trail. And I wasn’t carrying my GPS locator either. I safely navigated my way back to town, only almost losing a shoe in the mud twice. When I got back, I discovered I’d covered nearly eight miles. Down day.
I rested for the remainder of the day, reading, and drinking a beer or two, since tomorrow is supposed to be taken up by a long hike. I also tallied up my expenditures since arriving in Santa Fe: $9 in beer, and $17 for food. Not bad for four days.
A never-was endurance runner, and paripetetic wanna-be who is eyeing early retirement with gleeful enthusiasm.