We went on a hike yesterday. The first pic you have to look closely, but we went up ALL those switchbacks. I almost died! LOL But then we got up those and into the mountain only to find most of the trail was slick and snow covered.
I was fortunate enough to get a pair of cleats for my shoes from a lady on her way back. They’re basically this contraption that stretches around the bottom part of my shoe and gives me traction in the snow. It helped me on the way there, but by the time we turned around, the day had warmed up more, and the downward slopes were a sloppy mess. I fell more than once, but Kevin was there every step/slip of the way to get me down those hills. I’d have never made it back without him.
We didn’t make it to the waterfall at the end of the trail. We got to a part with a sharp dropoff covered in snow that I didn’t feel comfortable transvering. So much so, that I burst into tears. I’m THAT afraid of heights and with the way the trail turned, I couldn’t see where it led.
We’re planning to go back once all the snow melts. This morning, I woke up and my legs protested stairs. I don’t foresee much activity today since my body is telling me a whole lot of “nope” today. 😂
We turned around and made the journey back to the trail head. I didn’t fall any on our way through, but on the way back, I fell about four times. Not only did my butt hurt, but so did my pride. Kevin was there through it all to help me down the slick slopes of the trail. People who’d gone before us had slid down on their butts and made everything slicker on our return. It didn’t help that the day had warmed up and melted some of it, making it even messier.