Out front is a row of boulder rocks along the road's curb. One night in the dark, coming from work, and the snack machines!, and lost in thought...I tumbled right over them...fell flat on my face. I've fallen on the trails: loose gravel, a wet and tilted slab of granite, loose scree, and nearly fallen many many times...teetering with a full pack crossing a stream at Donahue Pass...I had leaned forward to balance, and the pack wanted to flop over my head! But the fall over the rock was the most sudden and scary. Providence had it that I could just stand up with a couple skinned and bloody knees.
Think I'll call the Grey Squirrels, Francis.
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