My body was not up to par yesterday. I found the bushwack up the trail to Edge Mountain, to be more of a slog than usual. Granted the forest floor was crowded with fallen trees we had to haul ourselves over, almost every step, slippery moss, dead hellebores and vicious devils club. Or, maybe it was because I felt compelled to keep up with Ric.
It was a relief to finally break out into the alpine and glorious sunshine.
On the way back down I decided to bring back a rock for my garden wall, which I'm extending. Ric told me my chosen rock was too big but I managed to stuff it into my pack and do up all the clasps, barely. Lyle was selecting yet another rock for his garden path, which gets longer every hiking season. When he noticed my pack full of rock, he decided to take two rocks making his rock load almost 30lbs.
Going down is harder than hiking up. I kept slipping on the moss covered logs, despite my hiking pole I was depending more than usual on tree branches to keep me from falling. I decided to ditch my cumbersome 20lbs of rock.
Later, when were leaving the trail head, Lyle asked my if I had my rock safe and sound in the back of his vehicle. I shook my head. Ric said next time I wouldn't have so far to carry it. Lyle couldn't believe I hadn't bought it down. I think he was shocked.
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2 comments:
How many people came?
Carolyn, there were 10 of us. Darryl, Sandy Ariel Boris, Maggie, Ric, Lyle, Me , Judy and Mike.
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