This was definitely our most strenuous day of our active vacation. We found out that there is a route from the mountain we’ve been climbing to the next peak over (which is a little taller) and obviously, we just needed to do that. Even though it’ll make our roundtrip hike 14 miles and it was predicted to be 89 degrees and bright and sunny. Oops!
I probably should’ve been a little smarter and done zero running, but it is just so hard to turn down the gorgeousness of this scenery. So hike, then 4 miles on the mountain thinking that I was keeping it pretty light for a full day’s worth of hiking. Joe caught one picture of me again.
Then we started really booking it to the top, we were pretty much experts at the main part of the mountain by now. We made it to the top about 30-40 minutes quicker than the previous tries and that was a very good thing because it was getting HOT. We had to stop to fill our water bottle with snow! We knew the new route at the top would be an extra couple hours but we weren’t quite prepared for how steep, how slippery (lots of loose rocks), and how very very little room you had on the “trail” before massive drop offs off the side of the mountain. In places, it was just one foot in front of the other and a whole lot of me not allowing myself to look 6 inches to my right. I stared at my feet an awful lot.
Luckily, the views were pretty awesome whenever I found a place I wasn’t scared to take a pause and get a picture.
Once we got close, I felt like I was on top of the world.
And we got a pretty awesome view of the valley from the top.
All the snow was pretty enticing, it was 90 degrees! It was quite funny though, this side of the mountain (from the other peak) was very gently rolling downward and looked completely different from the rugged and steep climb we had from the other side. You could tell who came from each side at the top, children and dogs had made their way on the other side and the ones with hiking boots and poles and covered in sweat had come from our side.
We had a pretty uneventful hike all the way back down, and I repeated “ice cream and diet coke” over and over in my head when I was starting to get tired and my feet were hurting. I had been planning since about 10 minutes in to have that as soon as I got back. We definitely made good:
Except Joe decided ice cream and beer made a better combo.
Does anybody else crave a soda when they’re eating ice cream? I very very rarely have a soda but I always crave the carbonation when I’m having ice cream for some reason!
What was your run today?