My first adventure on Sunday nearly became my last altogether. I was adamant to go see the famous
Horseshoe Bend, in northern Arizona. What I had not counted on was the deadly heat. A short 1.5 mile hike became a race against thirst, sunburn and my own pathetic physical condition. But I survived, dear reader! So know that these pictures that you so carelessly peruse were taken with only the utmost effort by yours truly.
(PS: The only person I "beat" in the snailpaced race up the last hill was an elderly Asian woman who looked like she was on her fifth heart attack)
Horseshoe Bend in all its might.
The bend from the high point. The tiny figures bottom right were people.
This red sand almost covered my parched bones today.
No blog post is hereafter complete without a skelfie.
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