This photo at the top of White Rock Mountain is proof that we are not still hiking at this very moment.
My friends, S & L, came down for a weekend visit a couple weeks ago, and I still have bug bites as memories. They visited The Shack, we went on a hike, and then played board games until 1 in the morning. A pretty well-rounded time I must say.
When I found this hike, I saw the outlook at the top and knew this was the one. It wasn’t too far south, and you could still get some good views.
Little did I know that you literally had to call upon the native american navigational skills you’ve been studying, because there were moments when the trail disappeared. What, you didn’t study them? Neither did I, and a broken record of “Are you sure this is the trail” questioning ensued.
What. I was nervous! Two of my friends took time away from their busy lives to visit and then I lead them into the woods never to be seen from again?
L registered our names at the trailhead while reminding us what to do if we encounter a bear. I don’t know where I read that you’re supposed to scream, trip your neighbor, then run; but it seemed like sound advice to me. So I dismissed everything L read.
It was kind of warm that day and I was happy to have worn shorts, silently gloating over that fact as S & L changed into pants.
And then it started. Or ended, I guess I should say. The trail, that is.
And we had to eyeball our way to what looked like a white rock on a mountain. That meant going through bushes. And bushes. And thorny bushes, and kinda thorny bushes, and not thorny bushes.
My legs got tore up, people. And every so often I would turn around and see…
two smiling faces going through any sort of foliage with ease.
[let me pause here for awkward laughter as I say, “no pun intended” but you really know that I meant to say the pun and suddenly realize that you’re required to make some sort of noise, so just do a muffled golf laugh and avoid eye-contact]
It eventually got so bad, that after finding a map of the trail, yet not being able to decipher which way was north, we took to turning S into a sundial to figure it out.
We kinda just went forward and hoped to see a white rock somewhere. We’d even take a white flower, at that point. Anything white, in fact and we’re followin’ ya.
What we found in the meantime was a nice waterfall….
With remnants of someone’s campfire, complete with homemade chairs. There were only two, so S rolled a couple stones together and formed a third.
We decided to take a breather and snack on fruit and a sip of wine, cheersing to our inate ability to identify plants. For instance, the extremely rare reese’s pieces plant, along with the more common purple gobstopper flower. I know, we’re pretty savvy.
We hiked on and enjoyed streams of sunlight.
Then eventually found a spot to eat our lunch before hiking our way to the main overlook.
On the rock wall, we noticed engravings of various places and the distance away from there.
We followed the arrow and looked up.
Ah, there it is.
Take a deep breath and imagine sitting with your legs dangling on the other side of the wall, and a breeze blowing through your now slightly wet hair. I could’ve sat looking at that view all day.
But we couldn’t. We had to get to our little cabin in the woods before sundown. We don’t know what happens after sundown in these parts.
But I do know what happens at the cabin after sundown. Did someone say hot-tubbin’ time? More exciting than that was forcing L to wear my vintage 1950s swimsuit which I unfortunately did not get a picture of.
Forget Ralphie’s shotgun, the bra on this bathing suit could shoot your eye out. And who knows, maybe it did at one time.. because I’m pretty sure a pistol could have clear, level aim through those puppies.
The night was rounded out by a wine board game, which solidified the fact that I should not get into the wine business. S & L tried their best to help me…
Game card: “What color of wine are you drinking?”
Me: I dunno. Lemme see…. wait… it went down too fast. Ask me again.
But having Anne of Green Gables playing in the background solaced my hurt pride.
The next morning we narrowly escaped getting murdered by Garmin, as the road he took us down turned into a dry river bed. Seriously. But with S’s help, I did a 40 point turn and we made it out.
All-in-all a relaxing weekend with the girls. Thank you so much for visiting, I had a wonderful time!