Long-time readers may remember when I backpacked Paria Canyon three years ago. It was one of the most glorious experiences in my life, and I took some absolutely incredible photos. Well, I finally did it again last month, only this time it wasn’t very glorious (and I didn’t take many photos). Honestly, I quite despise that canyon right now. And yes, I am bitter about it.
See, something happened on this trip and my feet stopped working. Not really sure what exactly did it, but it’s pretty safe to say that something in the combination of high and filthy water, miles of quicksand, and the heavy pack put super-strength stress on my kickers and totally raped my metatarsals. It began on day 3 (days 1 and 2 were pretty cool though, I will admit). By day 4, I basically couldn’t walk at all. However, when I took off my shoes, I could. It was weird, my shoes weren’t really fitting any differently, but something only felt right when I took them off. I proceeded to hike eight miles that day with no shoes on. That must have caused all sorts of its own problems, because now, three weeks later, I still can’t walk right. I have even gone to a podiatrist and everything. Of course, it hasn’t helped that the day after getting out of that blasted canyon, I had to pack up and move across the state. Then a couple days after that, I had to walk around Los Angeles for a week. Now I’m trying to stay off them, but it’s not really doing much. They are totally and completely wrecked. I’m sure I’m just being dramatic and they will heal sometime, but the idea of not being able to hike is really freaking me out. I’m getting married in four days and will embark on our epic honeymoon, and well, I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk for any of it! I know there are children dying in Africa, but my feet really hurt!
Okay fine, I get it, and I will shut the hell up now, but while you look at the few photos I took on this trip, I will sit here whining in my mind about how I hate that stupid canyon and its stupid, filthy water.