This past weekend was intense on a number of levels. I worked harder than I have in quite some time and went on a few great hikes, as well as eating my weight in expensive cheese and cake. Here are some pictures.
The first day I went hiking, I forgot my camera, so unfortunately don’t have pictures of that walk. However! The trail I walked on my last day in the mountains was spectacular. I was exhausted from having worked on my feet until 2am, cranky with Ayla for demonstrating truly deplorable leash manners, and not in the mood for hiking. All I wanted to do was lie down and sleep. The road up to the trail head was rough and rutted – “washboard road” – and my little front-wheel-drive truck was skidding out right and left. I was starting to get the hang of the drift, so at least it wasn’t shaking as badly as on previous days, but the road seemed to go on forever, and I was tempted to turn back. But I knew I owed Ayla (and myself) some vigorous exercise in the mountain air, so I persevered. And boy was I glad that I did. I kept telling myself that I didn’t have to get to the top of the ridge; at certain points I was practically stumbling along the trail in my weariness. But I kept putting one foot in front of the other, and when I emerged from the trees to see the ridge, I knew I had to get to the top.
I ran into some dirt bikers at the top of the extremely narrow, rocky ridge. They were very friendly.