NATURE’S HELPING HAND.
When I head up to my local trailhead there’s a hill that hits me, right off the bat. Bam.
5 minutes of grinding with ice-cold legs and knees.
And right there, adding eco-insult to injury, giving me a rude welcome to the mountains by flipping the bird, is this cactus.
“You’re not wanted here. Think you can handle these mountains? Here’s what I think about that.”
Cacti can be such dicks.