As a relatively new transplant I'm in church-shopping mode. This is not an activity I look forward to. Well, I look forward to finding the perfect place for my family. I do not look forward to feeling awkward and exposed in a new place, and I do not look forward to the overwhelming stench of people's clashing colognes and deodorants. So, when my husband came home from work at around ten on Sunday morning and wanted the boy and me to go hiking with him, I happily kicked off my flats and went to change into my boots and some more appropriate jeans. We threw some snacks in our various backpacks, filled up our water bottles, and left our apartment for an adventure.
We were prepared for chilly autumn weather. We had our hats and gloves, just in case. We were bundled in our fleece jackets. What we were not prepared for was the sight of snowflakes drifting down from the sky. It was snowing! It was September 26th, and it was snowing. We clambered into the Big Green Jeep and hit the road.
|The boy all bundled up on the trailhead.|
The guide book said to expect a 'strenuous' hike. It probably wouldn't sell guide books very well if it said a hike was annoyingly wet and muddy, but that's about as strenuous as it got. It was too warm for it to stick, but after hiking about a mile the snow began falling in earnest. It was pretty exhilarating. Catching snowflakes on our tongues, even we grown-ups were wide-eyed. We wound up hiking a little more than four miles round trip. The boy was sustained with pop-tarts, granola bars and rectangles of Hershey's bar, which were periodically produced from the husband's pockets. One rectangle got us about 10 minutes of whine-free hiking.
Here is stuff I saw on the hike:
We blasted the heater the whole way home. Forgot to stop at The Turnagain Armpit (apparently they have good barbecue - husband and son stopped for ribs on their last trip), but I had enough time to get home and bake a banana cake for our dessert. Just a little taste of home.