Foresthill is one of our "Gee we need to get ten miles in but really don't have much time today hikes." We usually do this hike three or four times a year. There was one year we only went once. We had crossed paths with a father and son that looked like they were extras from the movie Deliverence. The two men were out hunting squirrels. We were pretty sure if they didn't shoot any, they would just go out to the highway and scrape up some roadkill. Polly felt that this was no longer a safe place to hike. The ban on Forest Hill only lasted one year. This is officially categorized as a "sissy" hike. However, as we get older we have discovered that yesterday's sissy hike may be tomorrow's killer hike. For that reason, we have learned to keep our thoughts to ourselves regarding the difficulty of a hike. That is of course unless someone has too much to drink after a long day of hiking with friends who act like they just climbed Mt Everest without breaking a sweat. Then all bets are off.
This can be an extremely dangerous hike. The trail is used by hikers, bikers and horses. Proper etiquette is essential to keep from getting plowed down.
And if you survive the bikers, you have these guys to worry about.
We always take plenty of food with us when we hike. After all, we are out in the wilderness for five or six hours. Without proper nutrition, we may not make it back to civilization alive.
The burden of hauling the food in and out is normally shared by everyone.
However, there does seem to be one among us who has turned into a bit a of a slacker. Can you guess who that is?
I could soar like a bird too if the only thing I had on my back was a bottle of water.
We found the perfect lunch spot by a trickling stream. Unfortunately it was almost right on the trail.
It did give us an opportunity to to visit with others as they passed us by.
We were finished with our hike by 2:30. With only a 45 minute drive home, we were left with plenty of time to prepare for our evening festivities. Today was truly worthy of being called the best day ever.
Foresthill is one of our "Gee we need to get ten miles in but really don't have much time today hikes." We usually do this hike three or four times a year. There was one year we only went once. We had crossed paths with a father and son that looked like they were extras from the movie Deliverence. The two men were out hunting squirrels. We were pretty sure if they didn't shoot any, they would just go out to the highway and scrape up some roadkill. Polly felt that this was no longer a safe place to hike. The ban on Forest Hill only lasted one year. This is officially categorized as a "sissy" hike. However, as we get older we have discovered that yesterday's sissy hike may be tomorrow's killer hike. For that reason, we have learned to keep our thoughts to ourselves regarding the difficulty of a hike. That is of course unless someone has too much to drink after a long day of hiking with friends who act like they just climbed Mt Everest without breaking a sweat. Then all bets are off.
This can be an extremely dangerous hike. The trail is used by hikers, bikers and horses. Proper etiquette is essential to keep from getting plowed down.
And if you survive the bikers, you have these guys to worry about.
We always take plenty of food with us when we hike. After all, we are out in the wilderness for five or six hours. Without proper nutrition, we may not make it back to civilization alive.
The burden of hauling the food in and out is normally shared by everyone.
However, there does seem to be one among us who has turned into a bit a of a slacker. Can you guess who that is?
I could soar like a bird too if the only thing I had on my back was a bottle of water.
We found the perfect lunch spot by a trickling stream. Unfortunately it was almost right on the trail.
It did give us an opportunity to to visit with others as they passed us by.
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