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|Subject: Re: The only way to hike.||Date: 2/18/2002 9:13 PM|
|Author: CindyC72||Number: 526 of 910|
God Bless President's Day.
So we (the lady-friend & I) leave NoVA around 11 AM, heading west along I-66.
Note to self: Next time when I ask before leaving, "Should we pack lunch", ignore a negative answer and pack lunch anyway.
and then signed up for this autumn's harvest, in which the winery brings folks out to pick grapes early one morning in the fall, and cooks breakfast for the volunteers, open bottles of wine, and generally have a good time.
Signed me up. Forutnately, they will at least provide the gloves for you...
We commented on the homes with wrap-around front porches, and the character and distinction that went into the truly older homes.
I am fully convinced that the decline of American civilization is in no small part due to new homes having no front porches.
We passed by the currently closed "Cooter's Garage" where the former Congressman who once played "Cooter" in the Dukes of Hazzard runs a hamburger stand and pop-culture museum dedicated to the TV show.
He actually pulled a U-turn to get a better look.
In the corner of the parking lot there, you will find the entrance to a 3.7 mile "moderately difficult" (whatever that means) hike along the Appalachian Trail to "Mary's Rock."
Moderately difficult = if you have balance and/or coordination problems, don't do this.
At this point, my hiking has been limited to hikes through the woods that were more rolling hills with few, if any, rocks to contend with. This would not be one of those hikes.
It was brisk. Lady Friend would say otherwise, to include a choice set of expletives before the word "cold."
I layered. Tights, socks and jeans. T-shirt, sweatshirt, jacket. Gloves. Despite all that, even half-way up the mountain, my legs would not get warm. They never did.
The path is fairly uneven, and narrows quite a bit in places with an exhilarating drop on the non-mountainous side.
Did I mention that I am afraid of heights? Very afraid? There were a multitude of loose rocks along the trail, and I do think I managed to trip over every single one, each time sure that I would end up careening over the side of the trail and down the mountain. If I had a nickel for everytime I whacked one of my toes, I would be independently weathly from just today's outing.
A little further up the trail, I saw a beast of amazing proportions up ahead of me. Momentarily, I was unsure as to whether I was facing a cow or a horse (it was white with large black spots) but it was imposing whatever it was... and completely out of place on the trail. It turned its massive head, and looked right at my dog. It was a great dane. All bossiness left my dog, and she (who has never done anything like this before) just laid down in the middle of the path quite confident in her impending demise. Fortunately, its human showed up, and after coaxing Eve into another detour, the behemoth passed us by.
My first thought was a pony, but it turned out to be a Great Dane... There is nothing quite like seeing an animal on the trail that is as tall as you are.
At this point, I wanted to get to the top so we could get back down. I still felt like I was going to fall off the trail, I was constantly trippin