Quebrada hike

"quebrada" means "creek." it also means "broken."

Today, Prairie decided it would be a good idea to visit the neighbors and take them our chicken-feed corn. And we figured it was closer to go by way of the creek than through Lencho's property. So, we set out. Well, as it turns out, there is a Y in the creek, and as you can guess, we didn't know which way to go! The barbed wire fence ran across it, and we decided to stay on "our" side of the fence. But after a while, we felt like we were getting farther away from where we thought their house was (although we didn't honestly know quite where we were!). And then the creek turned it what really seemed like the wrong direction. Hm. So, we went back to the Y and went the other way. It was even worse! The creek was smaller and the banks were muddier and steeper. The whole time we were clambering over logs and roots and hacking our way through the branches and other vegetation. We gave up when the way became impossible -- impassible.

We hadn't gotten very far on our way back when my toe caught on a stalk of grass laying across the ground --ouch! Got a nice little slice across the front of the big toe on my right foot. Well, that make the hike back a bit less enjoyable, and definitely more urgent. Luckily, it's not very deep, but it still stung! And there was still lots of grass, mud, and branches to go through to get back. I was thankful every chance I had to walk in the water. So my toe now has a nice little bandage on it. Prairie was smart and had worn her rubber boots, but we hadn't expected the trail to be so difficult! That is to say, we had thought there would more of a trail...Next time, we'll go through Lencho's and maybe come back by the creek. Maybe not...