What's that you say?
Breath taking!
Amazing!
Too good to be true!
My thoughts exactly. So that is why when Kent suggested on Friday that we slowly walk up the trail to the Lower Lake and camp for the night, I said yes and got all our camping stuff ready and made tin foil dinners. (We had walked about a mile of the path earlier this month before dark when we were trying to find it and the trail is not steep at all, pretty much just a long, winding trail with shady patches). Kent came home from work and was worried about my feet, but I knew we would enjoy it so I insisted. Positive attitude, I tell ya. The hike was great for the first five miles as we talked back and forth and stayed hydrated. I even carried a fifteen lb. pack and Kent carried our tent and sleeping bag and gear. Well about to the lower lake I felt my legs and ankles getting really tired, so Kent said we would stay in the little emergency cabin for the night. It was cozy with a wood stove and the hard sleeping situation didn't bother me too much, but by morning I was reluctant to hike the rest of the way down. It was hot and I berated myself for going on a eleven (total) mile hike while being six and a half months pregnant, but we made it down after many breaks and drove home to rub icyhot on each others feet and legs. But now I can say I've been their and done that. (It was poor lighting on the way up and super hot on the way back so I didn't take any pictures.) I hiked about eleven miles in two days? Is that crazy or what?
