Smokebeard Hikes

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?

After a week of rest with dimimishing returns, Trail Angel Rich got me into a radiology place.  It’s official, a Jones fracture, non-displaced at least.  Weeks of feet-up rehab.  My theory is that the massive spill on day3 left some damage that strangely was not healed by 16 more 20 mile days.

(Picture taken from Wikipedia, since mine are on CD and no computer here has a drive)

I can get to LAX in a day, and 1 day, 1 way plane tickets really aren’t that pricey.  But I’ve heard the SoCal coast is nice, and I know a few hikers that could use rides, so I might stick around for a few with a rental, giving some karma back.

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