
Fully Committed
The ice pack on my hip needs to be replaced and frozen again, but it hurts too much to get up and pop it in the freezer. Why the ice pack, you ask? After hitting a nice little summit on our hike last week, my brother and I were in for a very unexpectedly difficult descent. The uphill was steep enough to get our heart rates up and confirm we are still in need of getting in better shape, but the downhill saw us slipping on lava rock mixed with dust, dirt, little rocks, and a mildly graded trail not suitable for hiking in our chosen attire. My bro biffed it first, which is as surprising as seeing a mountain goat take a tumble, crashing to his knees, as we laughed in shock while he winced at the pain of ripping open his pants, blood gushing from his knee. Dusting himself off, our laughter quickly became concern as we realized there was no other route to get down the mountain, we just needed to tough this one out. Unfortunately, the shoes we wore just couldn’t grip the ground – street shoes without traction. Dang. Next it was my turn, but







