|this is supposed to be artistic, in case you were wondering|
I almost succeeded...I was pretty faithful except for the day we got there, the day we left, and the day I did that other hike because I needed recovery time from blood loss. (I guess that only leaves me with three times I actually did it...so much for bragging rights)
|this is also artistic...see how the rock is not in the middle, aka, 'asymmetric'? |
And I've never even taken photography classes!
One problem... I'm about as good with time management as I am with navigation. Put them together and you have me realizing there's a good chance I'm going to have to crawl down this thing in the dark.
And trust me, this is not something people should be doing--it's really steep and I fell on my butt several times in the light of day. Even scarier was my imaginations of Ken's thoughts..."Why is this woman so intent on killing herself? Why do I have to leave this cozy fire and try to go rescue her a@@?" Ugh, I'm just not into being the damsel in distress. (I wish I was, cause I'm pretty good at it) I figured my only option was to run like hell, which I did. I cut straight across that plateau, and just prayed I'd recognize where I was at when I got to the other side. (And not get bit by a rattlesnake in the process)