So, the hike.
I feel the need to give you a little background information first. The only times I’ve ever been hiking before have been in gentle places such as North Carolina, Georgia or West Virginia. Gentle places with gentle sloping hills and lots of shady trees. And never hiked for more than an hour or two. However, that being said, I’ve always felt like I would love real hiking on real mountains. I always gazed with awe and envy at backpackers who could fit their entire livelihood into one bag and trek fearlessly across mountains and even continents. I love being outdoors so it seemed like it would be a great fit.
The boyfriend is what I would call a real hiker and we had planned to hike the Panorama Trail while at Yosemite. It seemed the best way to really see all of the park in a short amount of time and it was both of our first times. At breakfast on Sunday morning, as we waited to board the bus to go to the top of Glacier Peak so that we could hike down, the boyfriend overheard someone saying that hiking the Panorama Trail takes eight hours.
I was buying breakfast burritos and oatmeal.
The boyfriend quickly vetoed the idea for his own safety and the status of our relationship.
When I returned with our food he told me we would instead to a nice little scenic four mile hike. It’s still intense, he told me. You still might see a bear and you’ll still get a workout. Clearly my aspirations for the hike were high.
So, we boarded our bus. I ate my oatmeal and he ate his burrito and we gazed at all the pretty scenery around us as the bus driver waxed eloquently about the history of the grounds and what to do if faced with a bear or mountain lion.