sometimes i hate nature
June 14, 2010
I rode Jamie’s trail the other day (I guess they officially call it Rush, but it’ll always be Jamie’s trail to me), the best trail in the Corner Canyon network, a working downhill if there ever was one.
They are doing some work on the trail, so it was taped off at the top, but seeing as I’m as local as you can get without actually LIVING on the trail, I know about ten ways to get onto the trail (without actually ducking the tape, which I didn’t do since there were official looking people milling around at the top).
But here’s a downside to poaching a closed trail–you’re likely to be the first one down it that day.
Which normally isn’t a problem. Except during silkworm season.
When you’re the first one down a trail during silkworm season, then there’s nobody in front of you to knock the ten kazillion silkworms dangling over the trail out of the way. So you and your face end up doing yeomen’s work. Very very icky yeomen’s work.
In fact, it reminded me of that scene from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, the worst of the three original Jones movies that was also light years better (if I could measure movie quality in terms of distance for a moment) than the last Indiana Jones movie.
You know the scene? The one where they walk through a hallway full of centipedes, beetles, and other creepy crawlies? I can’t find that scene on YouTube. Sometimes I hate Youtube.
Anyway. It was like that.
You can’t tell much from these pictures, but when I finally emerged from phase two of Jamie’s trail onto the Goat, I felt like I had eaten about ten worms, and had about 100 more stuck in my eyes, ears, and helmet.
Even Orange got in on the action:
At least I’m gettin my protein. I pulled about a dozen out of my helmet, and washed about a dozen more out of my hair in the shower.
Ick. Sometimes I hate nature.