I’ll be straight with you. I’m gonna stretch this past weekend out for as many posts as possible, partly because it reminds me of the nice weather we experienced and partly because I have nothing else to talk about. So there.
We met up with my brother’s friends early saturday morning to eat a good pre-hiking breakfast of McDonalds Egg & Cheese biscuits. Just exactly what you want at the pit of your belly while wandering around for 8 miles. But since I never order this delicacy anymore, I slurped it up. Slurped? I guess that verb works, since its mostly grease.
Ah, grease. Let’s all take a moment and bow our heads in appreciation of it.
After an hour ride on the water taxi to the Two Harbors marina, we unloaded our gear, grabbed what we needed from the park office, and took off. Oh joy! We were so happy and full of energy!! Especially me, since D slipped me an Excedrin on the ride over. I don’t take much medicine, even for minor things. So when this puppy hit me, I was wide eyed and jittery. I’m pretty sure if someone showed up in a trench coat with little Excedrin pills hanging on the inside, I’d buy some. And isn’t that how they always get you? The first one’s free, buddy.
As we walked around the one street town to find the trailhead, I noticed a sign. Wheels? When was that an option? I want my money back.
But they shoved a sock in my mouth and we trekked on….
…right up the first hill out of town. And then we rested for about three hours. It hurt and I was starting to crash from my half dosage of pain reliever. We were bracing for the worst.
Every so often, I’d turn around to see where my brother, M, was. I’d have to turn around, you see, because he was almost certainly pulling up the rear. It wasn’t because he was out of shape.. oh no, it was because he was carrying an 8-person tent. For 8 miles. I’ll let that swirl around in your brain for a bit and will definitely not bring up that I had suggested renting a couple smaller tents. No, you’ll never hear that out of my mouth.
I don’t know how he did it. I’d have quit right after lugging it to the car.
But we forged on, enjoying the scenery. And oh, it was so lovely. We arrived after almost two straight weeks of rain showers and the hills showed the results. I was happy.
Until we turned a corner. And I saw it. Where the Others live. It. was. freaky. Mostly because of how quiet it was. So I pretended to be Kate and hoped Sawyer was somewhere nearby being tortured on a tree. Who knew torturing could be so sexy?
After that scene was over with, we came to a crossroads, and chose unwisely. Whenever I think of the phrase “choose wisely”, I always envision Indiana Jones determining which cup is the Holy Grail. Isn’t it weird how your mind will instantly flash a scene for only a moment and then its gone.
Happens to me a lot. But mostly it’s of what might happen. And that, my friends, is the scariest place to go in the world.
What I didn’t envision was walking straight into the path of bison.
My heart pounded.
We stood there staring at them and them back at us. It felt like a million years went by until one of them finally crossed the path and let us through.
After about a mile straight uphill, we realized we had gone the wrong way and had to turn around and politely ask to be let by the bison again. My poor hips.
Oh, and M’s too. I had almost forgotten about him. But they hitched a ride from some guys who had their day off. In the back, they had a cooler full of beer and we checked to see if it had the Dharma logo. It didn’t. But I still bored my eyes into them hoping to be offered one. All I got was dirt in my face as they peeled off.
M & D had never smiled bigger.
But if I’m honest, I enjoyed the hike… despite how angry my hips were.
I was just happy to be outside all day. Nothing beats that feeling.
So after we watched M & D ride off into the sunset, the rest of us hiked a couple more miles to the end destination. A little cove called Parsons Landing. As we neared, our feet couldn’t help but run.
I was kind of sad for it to end. But sitting in front of a fire and hearing the waves crash all night made the 16 hour pause so worth it.
So did the food. Okay, it was all the food, none of the nature.
No, okay, I lied again. It was about half and half.
Tomorrow we would wake up early and hike back…and to me, a morning hike is about as good as it gets. Especially if you have M&Ms in your pocket.
Looks fabulous! I am a recovering Excedrin addict. Be careful with that stuff. I take and then CANNOT stop talking.
LOVE the photos! Watch out for bison, they’re cranky beasts.
Great views …..tell me you didn’t wake up with a Buffalo staring into your tent?? Believe me, it could happen!! Cranky?? They can be downright MEAN!!
8 mile hike ….how many days did you stay camping??
They must have thought I was one of their own, because these bison were non-plussed at our presence.
Um, Jim. We stayed only one night. Two nights would’ve been ideal. More recovery time.
OH what fun! I’d give anything to just be able to take a walk outside at this point (and have sun-shining nice weather, not freezing cold grey skies)!