Last weekend, the hubs and I took the dog out for a hike. It started like any other hike, but I guess we should have known something was amiss from the start. No other hikers around on a cool Friday morning, not a very legit parking lot, and certainly not this fallen barbed wire.
|what should have been our |
But like the push through it people we are, we trudged along, hoping that just around the bend (or up the ridge, down the creek, through the canyon) things would start to make sense. At a certain point, we lost the trail and kept going, thinking it would pick up again. It never did and so we followed game trails in and out of the wash and up and down the ridge.
Fleury, of course, enjoyed the adventure. He gave me multiple heart attacks as he practiced his agility jumps over cactus. Crazy puppy. It started to get more and more dense with cactus and other plants though, so I guess I couldn't really blame him.
|"Is this a good route? I don't think so."|
Not long after, we made it back to the stack of rocks and onto the trail when we concluded that we were probably on a ranger trail and not the one we intended to be on. A quick Google search when we got home proved that suspicion right and we were walking in no man's land. It was beautiful, though. And next time, husband says he's the hike master and is using GPS coordinates (I truly wonder why he hadn't checked up on this hike and let me plan, knowing that I am absolutely the worst person to look to for directions...) Maybe if the weather is nice, we'll tackle the hike we intended to be on next weekend....