Tuesday, January 20, 2009

BALD MOUNTAIN 1/17/2009

We arrived at Bald Mountain ready for the "kick-butt-hike" Polly had warned us about only to discover I forgot the salami.  Panic ensued and we were forced to decide if we could survive on 1 loaf of bread, 2 types of cheese, pringles, balance bars and trail mix.  After taking inventory of our food supply, we decided to throw caution to the wind and headed up the mountain with our limited food supply.





Dana showed up for the hike sporting the same stylish outfit I was wearing.  Coincidental, you be the judge.  How many people do you know that wear a green shirt and orange hiking pants.












Shade was very scarce (Note to self, do not do this hike in the summer)












Dana made it to the top of the mountain in lightening speed.















Which left her plenty of time for nap when she reached the top.













The elevation gain was 1,524 feet over three miles.  Not a beautiful hike, but a great workout. A person couldn't help but feel victorious  as they reached the top.













The view from the top was spectacular.










It was a little cold and windy at the top for lunch. Luckily, as Dana was running up the mountain she slowed down long enough to find the perfect lunch spot.













Instead of the 8 mile killer hike Polly had promised, it was only 6 miles.  We had started at the wrong trail head and ended up doing an up and back instead of the 8 mile loop.  While not a killer hike, it was a worthy adversary.  Polly was disappointed that we could still walk when we got back to the car.  The rest of us were not so disappointed.  We all agreed that it was the best day ever.

2 comments:

  1. Sounds like a great time had by all. I so miss the hikes!! Keep up those notes so that perhaps you'll actually remember that you took the wrong trailhead next year and won't do the same thing again (whatever, you'll still do the same thing).

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  2. This blog is fabulous...I knew you'd be great at chronicling our escapades...Keep up the good work! P.S. Nice outfit!!

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Polly, my sister, and I began hiking about five years ago. We immediately fell in love with the whole outdoor experience.  Spending  the day away from the worries of the world is like taking a mini vacation. Money cannot buy therapy like this.One day as we were hiking we were making fun of KaRyn, Polly's daughter.  She had called Polly two weekends in a row describing how she had just had her "best day ever." As we were laughing and trying to figure out how each day was her best day ever it occurred to us that she might be on to something.  Each day should be your best day ever.  And that is how we began to think of our Saturday hikes,  the "best day ever" with the exception of Mt. Rawlston, but that is a story for another day.