The playful breezed tore my hat from my head and flung it over the railing. At first, I figured, time for a new hat. But it landed right at the foot of the wall. I couldn't just leave it there. So I climbed the "Do Not SIt Or Climb On Rails" fence, and walked past the "Danger, No Safe Trail" sign. The gravelly slope at the wall was not too steep, and I carefully placed each foot as I kept my center of balance as close to the wall as possible, and I snagged my 16 year old, well worn, hat. Karen caught this snapshot. At this angle, the picture does not adequately expose the hazard that I foolishly put myself in. I blame the altitude, my various ailments, and/or the meds I was taking to counter those issues.
