The hills are alive...
Back in June, my SIL sent us an email asking if we would be interested in doing a two-day hike with them in the mountains.....with a donkey. I'm always up for some nice scenery and figured if nothing else, the donkey would make good blogging fodder, so I said "Count us in!".
**Note to self...next time your hiking aficionado in-laws tell you it is an "easy" hike, don't believe them.
So off we went on a beautiful Saturday morning to meet Romeo, our donkey for the weekend:
|He looks about as excited as I did....|
In fact on the way back the next morning, I actually thought we were going the wrong way at first because I didn't recognize the trail. That's how exhausted I was - I had zero recollection of the last twenty minutes of the hike.
This was our home for the night though - it was a bit rustic, but had everything we needed included a hot shower, grassy area for Romeo and a lot of wine for me:
What I found so interesting though about the weekend is that normally I am up for a challenge and then get a great feeling of satisfaction from completing it, but I definitely did not feel that rush here. I just felt exhausted and got very little enjoyment out of the whole thing. Most of the time, I was just thinking "Just a few more steps. Around the next corner will be the end" (I must have repeated that to myself about 500 times).
But we did see some absolutely amazing things, including a lot of cows. With bells.
It made for several Sound of Music moments:
Needless to say, I have discovered that mountain hiking is not for me. Especially when I discovered that you could take the télésièges up to the top and then hike around on relatively flat land to see the same views. And probably enjoy them more since I wouldn't have to be looking at my feet all the time in order to avoid tripping over roots and rocks.....Oh well, live and learn, right?