Despite how happy I look, I am actually very, very angry at being dragged all the way up a mountain
According to a google search, it's a 3.5 mile hike, which is hard enough for me without all of climbing, jumping, and "booty scooting" I had to do just to keep up. And by keep up, I mean, catch up after everyone else was already way ahead and enjoying the view waiting for me to get there. In hindsight it was really fun, but about halfway up the mountain I was about ready to kill someone. The problem with that was, they were all too far ahead for me to reach. Once the soreness wears off (surprisingly my legs are doing OK; it's my back and shoulders that are dead!) and the emotional scarring fades, I want to go try it again. I probably won't bring friends though, so I can go as slow as I want and no one can judge :)
According to a google search, it's a 3.5 mile hike, which is hard enough for me without all of climbing, jumping, and "booty scooting" I had to do just to keep up. And by keep up, I mean, catch up after everyone else was already way ahead and enjoying the view waiting for me to get there. In hindsight it was really fun, but about halfway up the mountain I was about ready to kill someone. The problem with that was, they were all too far ahead for me to reach. Once the soreness wears off (surprisingly my legs are doing OK; it's my back and shoulders that are dead!) and the emotional scarring fades, I want to go try it again. I probably won't bring friends though, so I can go as slow as I want and no one can judge :)
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