The hike began with some steep inclines, weeding out the weak. We found a young boy sitting alone along the trail, waiting for his parents to return to him, unable to go on himself.
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| Mark missed the blue shirt memo... |
We reached the halfway point in a breeze. I was gonna make it! I was really gonna make it! The forest by my side, an occasional snowball fight, many pounds of moose droppings- things were not looking so bad, not so bad at all.
And then we reached the 'neverending trail' as our guide so lovingly referred to it. A barren wasteland of rocks, the peak of the mountain looming far, much too far, overhead. My legs began to ache, my breath became shorter, I felt like Frodo carrying the ring through Mordor to Mount Doom, would Sarah or Mark be my Sam and carry me to the top? I doubted it, I had to carry my burden (my backpack) alone.
Every plateau seemed like the top, and I greatly questioned my ability to get back down again (being tall leads to problems with balance) but somehow I finally straggled onto the top of the mountain to be greeted by my loving friends!
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| Sarah only agreed to be in this photo if she could be higher up than Mark |
Somehow I made it down unscathed, and we hopped back in the car for the ride home. Lo and behold! On our way back we spotted...
A Moose!
Did we get close enough to pet it? No. Did we eat it? Also no. Did we stop for fries with burger and gravy on the way back? Yeah we did! Check and check.
And so ended our trek up Blomidon Mountain
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