Bushwackin'

Went for a run on Sunday looking for an annoying roster in the next canyon. I got over there and he was not crowing...so I looked for the next adventure. Demonstrating an amazing poor sense of judgement, I saw a line of telephone poles running up the hill and thought..." Ya know...if I just go up there I will get to that satellite road...and" Well I got up the line pretty well and even past it and up another meadow, but then could not find the road I was looking for. So I go around a big rock outcrop and start down a rabbit trail that soon ended. I am stuck in the brush up to my chest.
I bang away and am just struggling with it. I of course had on my shorty shorts and ankle socks and am now getting tore up but the chaparral and sage brush. Really dumb.
Finally I get to a stand of oaks and figure I am in for a Technu bath anyway, might as well brave the poison oak...and finally head down and home.
I looked like I had been in a cat fight. Really funny looking scratches all over my legs in every direction...
Cleaned em real good and they seem to be ok, but a stark reminder of my poor judgement.