Nate and I went camping with his Cousins this weekend.
They have nine kids in their family and cooked the best
camping food that I've ever had.
A group of them were going to hike table rock in the morning
and I was invited to come. I hesitated because I'm not exactly
in my most athletic stage of life, but after they promised not
to get upset if I was slow I decided I would go to.
After all, it's only a 3 mile hike up the mountain, and
I've been wanting to do some landscape work.
We started off at 9:30am ish and it was incredibly steep, but I was
assured that it would get easier as we went on.
Within the first mile I already had a big blister on
my left heel, but I still pressed on.
Soon we got to where we could see our destination,
it didn't look so far off and so we found new
motivation. This was our view...
But about right here is where my hip joints decided to
stop working. They literally froze up and tried their
hardest to stop me from pushing them any further.
I was so close! I had to keep going! I could SEE where I needed
to be and knew that even if I went slow, I'd eventually get there.
So I put one foot in front of the other, step by step.
It was really pathetic. Like really.
I looked like I was crippled or learning how to walk.
I clenched my firsts and swung my legs forward one at a time.
It took a few seconds between each step so my pace was
closer to a crawl. Nate's cousins were encouraging me and
Nate was right behind me the whole way, telling me I could do it.
Then at last...
I DID IT!!!!
And it was all worth it for THIS...
Click on it to see it larger (it's worth it) ;)
The hike down is another story on it's own. Let's
just say we took a different route and
almost didn't make it back before dark
The whole hike took 11 hours ...ouch
Let's just say I'll be using this 3 day weekend to recover.