|Red indicates 2009 trails we hiked. Yellow was this year.|
We finished up packing our packs for one night in the back country (a few miles from our car), including our tent, sleeping bags and pads, stove, food, and water for two days in the desert for drinking and cooking. Then we wandered off towards Lost Canyon. The hike starts off over a mild rock formation, then through a very dry, very sun-exposed, very sandy length until we reached the next rock formation that we had to hike over.
|I think this is the view from the top of the rock formation we crossed.|
|We now had to get down into that valley.|
|Sucking back snot and holding back tears after a major freak out.|
|Dave generously carried my water in his day pack and I was free to hike with nothing but my favorite rag and my trekking poles (which double as ski poles and reduce down to an 18 inch pole for packing), a birthday present from Dave.|
After a mile+ where every little hill seemed like a cliff, my nerves, still frayed from the ladder incident, got the best of me and I broke down again. I was done with this hike. I wasn't going to make it to Peekaboo. It was a repeat of last year's Island in the Sky Lathrop Trail where I freaked out half way and we had to turn around. Dave explored ahead and even though I had quit prematurely, he was very sure that I wouldn't make it past a portion just ahead anyways. He explored the area while I relaxed and collected myself for the hike back and enjoyed this epic view.
|Snot rag comes in handy post freak-out.|
|Me--"I'm done with this hike." Dave--"Check out the formation behind you!"|
|One of the many "cliffs" I don't care to tumble down.|
|Starting to feel better. Sitting is good.|
|Through the sun glasses.|
|Conveniently optimistic, despite me.|
We made it safely back to camp.