I like hiking. A good hike is nice. You're outdoors. You're excercising and challenging yourself. The tough bit is that I am a goal oriented person. I like to know what the destination is and the point. We chose a trail based on the most vague of maps. The ranger there gave us a few recommendations but they were also quite vague. I mean, I need to know I'm going to reach a summit, a ridge, a lake or an awesome view. We were told none of that and the maps were like a doctor's signature on a blank piece of paper. Well, at least the ones available at the Ranger station and welcome centre were. Some people we met along the way had hiking books with better descriptions. So suffice it to say that I moaned most of the way. We hike for over 4 hours and there was no view at the end since we were enveloped by thick clouds by that time. As well D had told me it was going to be a moderate hike, since I was feeling a bit under the weather. It was straight up hill on switch backs for the last mile. Oh, wait let me explain the moaning. The entire path was a razors edge cut into the side of a mountain the whole way along where we passed another hiker at least every 10 minutes. There were no large growths or fields where a girl could find some privacy. It did not help that every once in a while I would see evidence that a gentleman did not feel the same reservation. Grrrrr! And there's D insisting I keep hydrated. I'd sooner have passed out from dehydration and have D carry me back than add to the existing pressure.
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