What round is it, coach?

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I did get an hour of hiking in, plus or minus 20 minutes.  Probably leading into the plus side.  Then out shooting.  My friend had some things he worked on to check, and I had some things someone else, and myself, had done to magazines or firearms that needed to be tested.  Everything worked as had been hoped.  On the way back, I stopped at one of the stores.  One more thing to take off the list.  I am tired.  Oddly, I am not sore.  Too tired to notice?  Dunno, but I'll take what I can get, where I can get it.

I had thought tomorrow would be a day off.  Then I realized I need an oil change, would like to get the tires rotated, and I didn't make it to all of the stores I had hoped to hit.  So... another day into town.  And I do plan on going hiking Friday, as well.  Since I won't be heading out for a day more along into the month than I had thought, and will be in to town for a final trim so can do any last last last minute shopping, which should be light, I am... pretty good.  I'm loving it.  Though I am hoping to keep it up through the group camp, and then when I return.

I'm not impressed with the success.  Sure, I am getting out.  But an hour hike takes it out of me.  I still get pretty flattened by very little effort.  Depressing.  Give it a month or two.  Nothing like bureaucrats riding your butt to get you to get it in gear before they take you out for the vultures though.  Of course, where I am going, the only vultures are real.  More fitting.  People shouldn't extend people's lives to suck the federal dollar marrow from their existence.  Better to have real animals feast than humans do so.  Plus, a a real vulture, wolf, bear, or other animal, will never try to tell they are there to help you.  I prefer honesty.

On the good side, the days have been wonderful.  It is starting to warm up.  Today was 78 F out there.  I doubt if the upper roads in the mountain outback are open quite yet.  Not for vehicle travel anyway.  I need to find a ranger station where the "rangers" don't look at everyone stopping in to ask questions is a potential Gaia rapist or something.  Yeah, they don't like us "land owners" to touch "their" lands.  Some of them are really freaky about it.  As if just asking is a threat to "their lands".  I'll try to find a knowledgeable ranger who understands who his employers are, and whose lands those really are.  I don't mind being taught, advised, and such, I don't like being threatened.

Ugh...  Long week.  Weeks.  I am hoping I'll be a bit more fit to enjoy company, music, and camping this time.  I mean, I enjoyed last time.  I just wasn't much for getting out and having more fun.  The turtle of the party!  Bleh.  I'm never going to be the life of the party, but maybe I can socialize a bit.  And be a bit more sociable to others.  Then again, that I am even going, to be honest, while capable of being on the heart transplant list... well...  Perhaps I am expecting a bit much?  Then again, why not!  :)  Grumpy codger, but I'll try to keep that in it's place and just enjoy, innit.  Later.