West Coast Walking

The new enemy has revealed itself...wet leaves. Fallen leaves and west coast rain equals W looking either like the Karate Kid (doing his signature move) or some ski jumper upon landing. I managed to emerge from the Log Train Trails unscathed today but last week I fell on my ass. It's funny how even in the middle of a rain forest with no one around you still catch your self jumping up and looking around to see if anyone was there to witness your momentary lapse of normally cat-like gracefulness.

Dubya's Road to Sveltedom update: I'm still hiking and walking (making sure I swing my arms lots if on the side of a road to detract would-be hitchhiker picker-uppers). I get out 4-6 times a week and am eating better these days. Although I have yet to completely de-colonize my diet, last week my pops and I did have qwaa'ak'mis (herring eggs) :D I could go for some dry meat right about now. Got some?