Me on the last stage of a 400+ foot drop in Hog Canyon (Dinosaur National Monument) yesterday. We made the first descent of the canyon, but didn't get too many photos. It was beautiful, but difficult; 11 hours to go two miles. Anyway, I am learning that my body just doesn't take the abuse that it did 20 years ago. The kind of trips where you come home exhausted, take a shower, patch up the wounds, and still leave blood stains on the sheets in bed the next morning, where you have to use the work week to recover for the weekends are taking a toll.
I used to say that if everyone's not bleeding by the end, it's not a real trip, but I must say that I am ready for some easy weekends. Something like climbing the Colorado 14ers or something similar.