successful failure

In the terms of the Apollo 13 movie I would compare my geocaching in Colorado Springs as a "successful failure". I didn't find any caches, but I did have a great hike. There was fresh snow and the temperature was 37 degrees but I bought myself a Subway sandwich and headed up the mountain any way. I had gotten recommendations from Steph and was anxious to get her travel bug so thought I knew what I was doing. What I neglected to take into consideration was that she if from Alaska and is a real outdoors person while I am on the other hand a flatlander couch potato!! After losing my way with all of the turns and knocked down signs I finally found the parking lot and started off. I guess the lack of air kept me from thinking too much about the snow. As I followed my GPS I noticed that I was walking away from the point but this is a mountain and I thought well the trail will turn. After a while I decided I was hungry and no the path wasn't turning. I found a rock overlooking a great valley and sat down to eat the sandwich. I loved the peace. Afterwards I started back down the trail and when I got to the point that I was moving away from the point I noticed another trail. I took that one and found the 2 creeks I was supposed to cross. That was when I realized I would indeed need to climb down on rocks that were covered by snow. No, I was not smart enough to turn around. I climbed down some almost fell in the water I couldn't see and then realized that I was not prepared to dig in the snow, where I thought it was I couldn't get too, and I couldn't tell where I was putting my foot I decided to cut my losses and go onto the next one. Yep down another slope. Did I mention that I am lured by cold mountain streams. However I don't have any desire to fall in. I climbed around a little and decided enough was enough. Yeah another fact I forgot to mention was that my legs had been complaining since the 1st 25 feet or so. Anyway I climbed back up taking the long way so as not to interrupt the guy up there with no shirt on doing some arms in the air thing. After I reached the trail he came up behind me and asked how I was doing and I was breathing too hard and counting my heartbeat by the sound to say anything but "good". Well luckily for me had hiked a mile up the mountain so the trip back was all downhill and I survived. I didn't try the others. I still had to drive home so I got in the car and went.

I stopped at the mall for a short while, (the legs told me how stupid that decision was) but the rest was pretty uneventful. Got home at a decent time and spent today resting.

Today I talked to Terry who is in London tonight with Jeremy. They are heading to Normandy tomorrow.