Last Post of 2008! For Real This Time!!!

Lest you think that 2008 was totally in the toilet (see previous post), I thought I'd share a few more photos with you. I got a really great surprise today when I received a CD in the mail from Cecily (thanks, Cecily!!!), who compiled all the photos she took on our trip to the Chiricahuas over Thanksgiving. I'll probably try to upload them to a Picasa web album sometime, but here are just a few of the photos that I thought were particularly funny or had incredible scenery. So happy new year, for real this time!

Thanksgiving dinner at a truck stop - bad pizza and rootbeer floats!

So this is what I look like first thing in the morning? I'd just crawled out of the tent after our first night backpacking in the wilderness area; yes, that's ice in my hair.

One of the many spectacular views of the Chiricahua wilderness; this was just before we somehow managed to get ourselves off-trail. I wish I knew how to use the self-timer on *my* camera!

You can't see it in the photo (how clever...), but Cecily's ankle is totally jacked up! At this point, we were enjoying the views at the Chiricahua National Monument, which were accessible a short distance from the car.

Last Post of 2008!

Are you ready for this stupid year to be over? I am. So get the hell out of here, 2008; don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out. I actually can't believe that 2008 is gone - I remember being a kid and time seemed to goooo bbyyyyyyyy sssssoooooooooooo ssssllllllooooowwwwwwwlllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...and now (that I've probably gotten Alzheimer's as a result of extreme boredom; see previous blog) time sms to go bi 2 qwik. I can't fathom that I've been in Southern California for over four years now - what the hell??? So, for those of you who haven't been reading my blog (or who have just been reading about the good times), here's a little recap of my 2008 for you (in no particular order):

1. Teddy Bear is still alive. Slower, more insane, more needy, more apt to urinate on the carpet, and apparently immortal. I suspect that he is surviving by consuming my soul and happiness.
   
   
2. I spent vast quantities of money to keep Zoe going. She seems to be happy and active.
   
   
3. Related to the above, I pretty much broke even in my attempts to work down my debt. I haven't really decreased it, but haven't really added to it either.
   
   
4. I only noticed about half a dozen visits by the cops to my apartment complex. This 'hood is really cleaning itself up!
   
   
5. My ceiling collapsed zero times.
   
   
6. I failed (yet again) to procure an acceptable boyfriend, as all men in SoCal are either gay, taken, or total assholes.
   
   
7. I developed secret crushes on my cat's vet and one of the vet techs, at two different offices. Zoe has all the luck! However, there are complications which prevent me from pursuing either of these as potential relationships (see above point).
   
   
8. I watched my arch-nemesis perfect her rimming skills and be rewarded for it with a promotion and office upgrade.
   
   
9. I devised an airtight excuse to visit Las Vegas.
   
   
10. I managed to lose almost 15 lbs, which includes the mole I had removed from my face.
    
    
11. Although, in the past week I probably gained about five of those pounds back (but the mole is still gone, so I'm psyched about that).
    
    
12. I perfected the fine art of applying liquid liner to my upper eyelid, with the results not completely appearing as if I stayed up for three days smoking crack with Amy Winehouse (see new year's resolution discussion, below). Additionally, my hair finally realized that I mean business when it comes to straightening, armed with a split-end inducing arsenal of flat irons and straightening gels.
    
    
13. My brother spawned, so that alleviates the need for me to breed in order to make a genetic contribution to future generations. Ok, so I realize that it's my brother's kid which means that my genes will not be represented as much as if it was my kid, but I don't have to get pregnant and squeeze a small human out of my vag. So it's a fair trade-off, I think.
    
    
14. With minimal effort and a little bit of practical application, I vastly improved my nick-name generating and limerick-writing skills (just try me sometime...).

That's all I can think of for now. Actually, that's not completely true - I can think of a lot more. But I don't want to rehash ALL the super fun times I had; I'd like to keep many of those moments private, just for me to own. Anyone have any resolutions? I'm generally against those - "I resolve to lose weight, stop drinking, quell my road rage, kick the crack habit, etc." But this year I think I've come up with a good one - I'm going to stop eating factory farmed meat. I haven't really eaten red meat in over ten years (with the exception of critters that friends have hunted, or that was raised organic and free range - yeah, buffalo, I'm talking about you), but it will be difficult to cut out the chicken and turkey. I'll eat it occasionally if I can get the free range variety, and I'll still eat fish. But I just can't stomach (literally) anymore the thought of supporting those massive henhouses that cramp chickens in shoebox-sized cages for their entire lives. I think my decision was made when I saw the video of Sarah Palin at the turkey slaughterhouse, with turkeys getting killed right behind her, saying she was having a "great time". Blech.

Anyway, happy new year, y'all. Have a good one.

Thanksgiving in the Chiricahuas

Since I don't consider Thanksgiving to be one of my favorite holidays, I decided it would be a good time to get out of town for an outdoor mini-adventure. My friend Cecily, from grad school, flew into Phoenix where I drove to pick her up. We had the best Thanksgiving dinner ever - bad pizza and rootbeer floats at a truckstop outside of Tucson. Afterwards, we drove around FOREVER trying to find the Forest Service lands that we were told about so that we could camp for the night - finally, we found the turnoff for French Joe Canyon and set up for the night.

It turns out that our campsite was just next to Karchner Caverns State Park, which we explored the next day. It's a pretty cool state park - it's got a good museum and gift shop, although their coffee wasn't the best. We took a tour of the Rotunda and Throne Rooms, where we saw Kubla Kahn, the biggest column known in the state of Arizona. It was pretty spectacular, although I can't show you any pictures because there were no cameras allowed. Bummer for you!

After that, we drove east through Willcox, then took a forest service road through the Chiricahuas to the South Fork of the Cave Creek trail, just west of Portal. We hit the trailhead around 2:30, so it was a bit late; just before we got on the trail, a man approached us to tell us to be careful of all the illegal immigrants and drug smugglers coming through the area. Thanks, dude! After about a mile and a half, we turned off the Cave Creek trail and onto the Burro trail, which took us up and to the east. We didn't get terribly far that first day because we got a late start; also, we needed to take advantage of the first flat spot we found in order to set up a tent. By the way, I need to thank my friend Glen for loaning me a bunch of ultralight equipment which reduced 20 lbs off my pack load. So if you're in the market for a new pack or tent, go to his website, Gossamer Gear, to check out the goods!

Anyway, it was clear that others had used the same spot we found, since there were water bottles and toilet paper scattered around the perimeter of our site. I cooked up some yummy pad thai and Cecily started a fire to let all the smugglers know that we were there and not to bother us. It was a rather cold night - I didn't get a lot of sleep because 1) I was listening for drug smugglers emerging from their hiding spots to steal our food (which they didn't), 2) Cecily snores, and 3) it was freaking cold. We woke up to a sheet of ice on the inside of our tent, frost on our sleeping bags, and I even had frost in my hair! But a hot meal of oatmeal and peanuts and cranberries and tea warmed us up pretty good, at least while we waited for the sun to come out.

We continued on our way, up up and up the trail - and the views just kept getting more and more spectacular. We watched flocks of band-tailed pidgeons fly around below us. There were incredible rock outcrops all over the place. And the sun was out, which was in contrast from the days before. We hit Horseshoe Saddle at around noon, and there was lots of evidence that illegals had been coming through - water bottles, clothes, discarded packs, food containers, and even syringes. And unfortunately, because there was so much activity, a lot of social trails had been created, which were in fact more evident than the official trail we were trying to follow. So, at around 8000 feet, we ended up losing our trail and hiking down several fake-out trails that led us into a steep drainage.

We started bushwhacking our way down the drainage, which we knew would take us back to Cave Creek and the original trail that we were on. In my estimation, given the amount of shit in the drainage, there were approximately 359 bears in the vicinity, in addition to the drug smugglers which were surely hunkered down waiting for nightfall. Cecily and I scaled several bouldered drop-offs with few problems, but our luck didn't last forever; Cecily fell down a 15-foot rock face and sprained her ankle really badly. But she was hard-core and didn't cry or anything; we taped her ankle up, loaded her up with ibuprofin, and I gave her my hiking pole to hobble along on. We were only about halfway down the drainage at that point and it was starting to get dark and cold, and there was definitely no place to camp, so we decided to just try and get out that evening. I had to go ahead of Cecily and try to find the best way down the canyon drainage, which still had several rocky drops before we hit Cave Creek around dusk. But we were so happy to hear that running water!

We didn't find the trail right away and hiked up the opposite side of the creek until I decided we needed to go back down to the creek where we would definitely find the trail at some point. Which we did - Cecily ended up hiking about 3 miles on her bum ankle, but with head-lamps and hiking poles, we made it to the car and set up camp at the Sunny Flat forest service campground. Whew! It was a good thing that Cecily brought some Vicodin with her...

The next morning, we drove back over the mountains to the Chiricahua National Monument, where the medic/ranger wrapped Cecily's humongously swollen ankle up and provided her with ice packs and an airsplint. We drove through the monument and took in the amazing views at Massai Point. Finally, we drove back through Willcox and into Benson, where we ate a huge dinner at Apple Farm restaurant, one of the best meals I've ever had. The mashed potatoes were AWESOME!!! I felt like I was going to have a food baby.

We then drove back to French Joe Canyon and camped at the same spot as our first night - but this time we started a fire (with a little help from a bit of denatured alcohol, thanks) and had smores. Yummy! The following morning, we went back to our Thanksgiving day truckstop and paid $5 each for a shower. This was the first time I've ever had a truckstop shower, and it's not nearly as dirty as it sounds. It was actually quite refreshing - I even managed to comb the emergent dread-locks out of my hair that had started to form during the past few days. Then, it was back to Phoenix to drop Cecily off at the airport, and then back to San Diego.

It was really a fun trip, all minor injuries aside. It was great being outside and getting my mind completely off of work for a few days, although I wish the trip could have been a little longer. I have more pictures that you can view through the slideshow link on the right side of my blog, and Cecily will be sending me her pictures as well, so there will probably be even more photos soon. It was a good Thanksgiving - even if there wasn't any cranberry sauce involved!