This past week I had the pleasure of hiking twice. Typically, I’d hike more (daily), however, it’s been about a year since I have had a regular hiking schedule; so two days out of seven makes me happy.
My first hike was with my husband, who tends to complain the entire time. He wanted to see the devastation from the fire that happened in October at Dana Peak Park. He made me promise we would only do a mile or two.
Apparently I have this bad habit of saying two miles but actually meaning anywhere from five to 10. So, I promised we would only do sidewinder, which is about 2.5 miles.
I grabbed my CamelBak from the cabinet and heard a loud moan. I turned around to see my husband and asked him what was wrong.
“Now I know you are lying. Anytime you have your CamelBak we always do more than two miles,” he said.
I reminded him that I take my CamelBak to every hike, even if I am only doing two miles. I do this simply because I never know what might happen on the trail and honestly, because yes, I do tend to hike more than I say.
Upon arriving at the trailhead you could immediately see the vast difference. There was no longer a trail but rather a path made by a bulldozer.
You can read the entire story here, but the jest of the story is that sidewinder trail is no more and my husband likes to complain.
Moving onto my next hike, which was on Tuesday with my BFF Teresa.
I love hiking with this woman. In fact, it has been about a year since we last hiked together; mostly because she is a snob. I am totally kidding of course. We’ve both had extremely busy schedules this past year.
So most of my fun on the trails happens with one of two people, Teresa or Tammy, which is one of my neighbors. You can see our past antics on my website.
It was great being able to catch up, but most importantly it was awesome watching her try to cross logs that were placed over a small stream of water.
I was certain that she was going to fall into the water so I quickly whipped out my phone to take a picture and record video (yes I am that kind of friend). Thankfully for her, she crossed the logs without incident.
I should also point out that we are both deathly scared of snakes, so much so that most of the time I think that twigs and tree branches are snakes.
Teresa kept asking over and over again, “It’s too cold for snakes right”. Yea sure it is Teresa. That’s what we will keep telling ourselves.
Thankfully, we didn’t run into any snakes that day. In fact other than hiking through mud, crossing a slippery log, and becoming acrobatics just to cross over deep mud the hike was pretty uneventful. I think that was nature’s way our trying to lure us back to a regular hiking schedule.