In 2013 some of my dearest amigas from Peace Corps were visiting and really wanted to do it so Monday, August 19th I found myself at the trailhead again.
The hard part of this whole deal is getting up all those rocks. There isn’t really a trail. There are just poles sticking out of the rocks to sort of guide you up and you just do your best to follow those.
It wasn’t really cold at the top but we had been sweating bullets so with the slight breeze and drenched clothes we all felt compelled to bundle up a bit.
There was a guy smoking a cigarette at the top!
Going down is harder than going up. My legs were shaking so hard I wasn’t sure I would make it. Once we got back to the trail within the tree line I was a-ok.
I could use some better hiking gear. I was a hot mess with my ensemble of Woody’s shorts (the very ones he wore last time we hiked MSH), a t-shirt (non polyester so it just soaked up the sweat), a beach hoodie, and my 10 year old visor that is barely holding it together. Ugh.
Earth is a beautiful, mysterious place and despite the frequent f-bombs spewing from my word hole whenever I looked up and felt daunted by what I saw, I was grateful to be able to take in the grandness of our surroundings. Totally epic.
I will never, ever do this again.*
*Unless O and/or M wanna do it one day. 🙂