Today, Krista and I headed up Mount Roberts – both of us for the first time.
Our initial challenge was finding the trailhead. We drove by it three times. Not bad. By 10 a.m. we were on the trail – um – old logging road. Fifteen minutes into the hike, one of us was whining about logging roads. I won’t name names but those who know me, know how I feel about logging roads.
After 2 or so kilometres, we hit the trail. I’d been told it was steep.
No one lied about that. Steep all the way to the top. It didn’t take long for Krista and I to disappear into a cloud. So – not a lot of distant views. That said, the close-ups of flowers and the greenest mosses, lichens and ferns, were enough to compensate.
We went up. And up. And up. Eventually we spotted the false summit.
There is alwasy a false summit.
I’d also been told that the top was scrambly. Boulders were also involved. No one told me about boulders. Those who know me are aware of my feelings re: boulders – very similar to my opinions on logging roads.
We went up. We scrambled and I remember picking my way gingerly over one section where a fall might not have been a pleasant experience.
And then we emerged in the fog at the bench and the flagpole. The top!
We layered up, had our lunch and picked our way back down, which was not as bad as we had anticipated. I believe I fell only once. Excellent!
Brilliant day. And Krista put up with my whining, which makes it a damn perfect day. Even better, when I got home to find that Simon had started work on a tomato greenhouse and had wired up all the raspberries. Wow! Oh – and the new washer and dryer arrived a day early. Simon is currently installing. Our food drier and apple peeler also arrived. Holy heck!