The email came to me from the husband late Friday afternoon. He asked if I wanted to go hiking with two friends of ours this weekend. Like an idiot I said yes. It's rare that John actually makes a suggestion about doing something on the weekend. Like seriously rare. You're more likely to see Big Foot than hear a suggestion from John for a weekend activity. So when he actually DOES suggest something I feel I have to do it because it's a rare enough occurrence that I might as well take advantage of it. This is how I ended up in a kayak a few months ago. And it's how I ended up hiking on Sunday with our Polish Friend and our Spanish friend.
Yeah we realize that "A Polish guy, a Spanish guy and two Canadians went hiking...." sounds like the opening of a joke.
|No really I'm not worried...honest.|
We took the chairlift to the top of the trail. And 4 hours later we made it back to where we started. Yes. four hours of walking. Traversing various slopes, inclines, 1 set of stairs and crossing one log over a stream. We dubbed that part the "quest" part of our journey. We sat and observed nature and debated whether or not it looked photoshopped.
But we lived. We made out relatively unscathed. Although we are still slightly concerned for a Swiss girl and her two friends from India who asked for directions and then some how ended up behind us on the trail.
So my verdict about hiking? I'm still pretty ambivalent about it. Would I do it again? Sure I guess depends on whose asking and if I've just had a glass of wine. Oh and if I can do this afterwards.
|Link to what awesomeness this is.|