Hair-cutting
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nonionaySo yeah, I decided it was time to cut my hair--not a lot, but more than a trim. I've got a friend who's a professional, and I definitely don't want anyone other than a friend touching my hair. Here's the tale. The cast consists of myself, CJ the hairdresser, and G the driver and photographer. Also, a frog.
CJ recently busted up her ankle, so my initial plan of hiking to the middle of nowhere to do this was out of the question, but there are miles of roads that wind to scenic, isolated spots in the mountains. We found a nice, isolated road in the foothills south of Monroe, and a pullout beside a bridge over a steep waterfall and gorge lined with maples.
There was a short, mostly flat trail that would have taken us to a campsite on a sandy bar which would have been perfect, (JA Pitts, this spot would be perfect for your books.) but even that was too much for CJ and her crutches. However, right before the bridge, there was a little rocky pullout atop a supporting wall that went down fifteen feet to the lip of the gorge.
The Before Shot
I stood there while CJ sat in a folding chair and cut my hair. I had to stare straight ahead, and I couldn't, you know, see the ground, and it was pleasantly vertiginous. Because of the roar of the falls, I didn't even realize she'd been trimming my hair until she had me turn, and the ends of my damp, cut hair fell over my arm and startled me as much as if it had been a bloody limb.
After the hair was cut and tossed into the gorge, a little frog popped out of the large gravel at our feet. Conveniently, it hoped we thought it was a rock, and stayed still while I took pictures of it. I found this a pleasant omen.
Finally, the After Shot.
As you can see, I still have long hair, but I hadn't cut my hair in something like five years! (The Tiki Torch Incident doesn't count!)
CJ recently busted up her ankle, so my initial plan of hiking to the middle of nowhere to do this was out of the question, but there are miles of roads that wind to scenic, isolated spots in the mountains. We found a nice, isolated road in the foothills south of Monroe, and a pullout beside a bridge over a steep waterfall and gorge lined with maples.
There was a short, mostly flat trail that would have taken us to a campsite on a sandy bar which would have been perfect, (JA Pitts, this spot would be perfect for your books.) but even that was too much for CJ and her crutches. However, right before the bridge, there was a little rocky pullout atop a supporting wall that went down fifteen feet to the lip of the gorge.
The Before Shot
I stood there while CJ sat in a folding chair and cut my hair. I had to stare straight ahead, and I couldn't, you know, see the ground, and it was pleasantly vertiginous. Because of the roar of the falls, I didn't even realize she'd been trimming my hair until she had me turn, and the ends of my damp, cut hair fell over my arm and startled me as much as if it had been a bloody limb.
After the hair was cut and tossed into the gorge, a little frog popped out of the large gravel at our feet. Conveniently, it hoped we thought it was a rock, and stayed still while I took pictures of it. I found this a pleasant omen.
Finally, the After Shot.
As you can see, I still have long hair, but I hadn't cut my hair in something like five years! (The Tiki Torch Incident doesn't count!)
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Date: 2012-05-29 06:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-29 06:58 am (UTC)I believe your little friend is toad. He was probably hoping you'd attract a few bugs or turn over a rock to help him look for grubs. Toad is like that you know.
What a brilliant place for a haircut.
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Date: 2012-05-29 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-29 04:45 pm (UTC)Looks nice with the ends cleaned up like that!
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