Hiking And Why It Will Kill Me

Today ONE of us had a BRILLIANT idea. [sarcasm, if ya didn't know ...]

We went hiking.

Not a long hike, it was just about a mile and half ... uphill. Over sharp rocks. And did I mention all uphill? Up a STEEP hill.

Let me start at the beginning [a very good place to start]. E-Rocka works at this trail/animal type place. She invited Mard and I to go with her today, because it was a Special Day. We said "Sure! That'll be fun! And we can hike while you work!"

NOTE: Our first mistake.

Thinking this was a good idea, we went with her and she had to start working immediately, so we went outside to look at the animals in the cages [deer, owls, hawks, otters ... I'm completely serious right now]. Then we said "Hey. Let's go up the mountain."

Yes, you heard me. MOUNTAIN.

We waited until E-Rocka had her lunch break, and we set off.

Standing at the bottom, of course, I said "Psh! I can do this!"

Not even halfway up I said "I *pant pant* can't *pant pant* do this *pant, die*."

We sat down to have a break and eat. After this delightful, merciful break, E-Rocka said she had to go back to work. Back down the hill for her.

Mard and I set off alone.

3/4 of the way up we were lying on a rock panting again.

After about 15 more minutes, we reached the top! Beautiful view, etc.

Then we went back down again.

At 4:00 E-Rocka said "I'm off work! Now I want to climb that hill. Come with me."

Here's the good part: WE DID.

The view from halfway up The Mountain.