Today I went on a hike. The weather is starting to turn. I feel like this year has just flown by and I don't know where it has gone. I tried to go to the living room here in salt lake city. At the beginning there are so many side trails that I didn't know where I was really. At one point there was an animal trail that went off to the side that I could see would just head up the mountain and go up to the ridge. I decided that would be much more fun to do then to continue on the trail. As I was hiking it brought back so many memories of the trail and hikes I took while I was at anasazi. I was really missing the life I had when I was walking the trail. I reminiced often as I was hiking today. I got to the top of this ridge. As I turned and looked down. I was happy to be at the top but then I thought how am I going to get down. I honestly did not want to go back the same way that I came. So I decided to go along the ridge for awhile. I decided that I knew that going back the same way would be hard but going this new direction could be harder, easier or somewhere in the middle. I knew it would be different none the less. I headed this way. I had forgotten how hard it can be and taxing to very out of shape muscles to be on the ridge. I went on this for just a little while. I decided that at least the way down I knew and so I started making my way back to the trail. As I went down the mountain there was no other choice but to bush wack for a little bit. I call it bush wacking because that is what the bushes do that wack at you. Right in your face. I got a nice scrape just above my left eyebrow coming down into my eye lid. Good job I thought. In my detour down I had missed the hard part I had experienced when I went up and so other then this it was a pretty easy way down. Although some loose dirt did try to get the best of me. No severe crashes I am happy to admit. I was amazed how our perspective changed the easiness or hardness of the way.