Strenuous? Yes, to some degree I remembered. Steep? I vaguely remembered steepness, but only at several points. Short? Not really, but doable I thought.
We began our hike easily, but not too far into it, I realized that I'd forgotten what a difficult hike this mountain was to climb. We continued hiking, and I was listening to huffing and puffing all around me.
"We're halfway up now. I think." I'd offer as encouragement.
Trudge, trudge. Mud. Slipping, sliding. Legs hurting. Continue on. Huff. Puff. Heave-ho. "Come on, you can do it. We're nearly halfway. I think."
After hiking (a.k.a. mountain climbing) for nearly two hours, I continued to reassure the trailing crowd that, "Surely we are halfway there. I think. Really, we must be close to the top, or at least halfway there. Surely. Halfway. Come on."
Finally, Amy, whose ankle was already compromised from a bad injury a few weeks earlier decided to stop. Because I'm such an 'always-stick-with-you' friend, and not because I was tired myself, I offered to stay with her while the others trekked on to the top of the mountain.
Amy and I waited for the kids to return, and we all began traveling back down together until I heard a blood-curdling scream from behind me. Hurrying back up, I found Amy clutching her injured ankle. She'd nearly slipped down the mountain slope until her daughter-hero, Sara, broke her fall. Yes, we should have turned back much sooner.
Huffing, puffing, and hobbling, Amy traversed down the rocky slope. A large tree branch functioned as a walking stick for the remainder of the hike.
I've learned my lesson. I will NOT take friends to House Mountain again for a gentle afternoon hike. I'm so sorry, Amy. However, it will be a great story one day. Really. Don't you believe me?
Our only group photo! Before the ascent...
Finishing the HIKE! At the vista on the ridge.
Amy, I hope your ankle is healing nicely. Seriously! I mean it!
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