The Cross Rivendell trail slopes gently downward from Baker Rd. This hike would be a piece of cake. Except that after about two steps an ocean of ice covered the trail and everything around it. After a quick bushwhack around the ice my friend Sarah and I regained the trail and happily skipped along marveling at our surroundings. It was a little weird hiking in shirtsleeves in February, but pleasurable nonetheless.
As we hiked along we crossed several rivulets formed due to the melting snow and ice. Thankfully, both of us had waterproof footwear, due to my fortunate purchase of boots that morning. After hiking for a spell we came upon a real stream, too wide to simple step across. We looked around and found the narrowest width and leapt. We congratulated ourselves on being so adventurous. Nothing could stop us now! Until we came to what only can be described as a small river. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that big. It was certainly not possible to leap across.
On the other side the trail disappeared tantalizingly into the woods. Sarah and I are stubborn and we resolved to go on. We walked upstream to see if it narrowed. Nope. But there was a fallen tree that spanned the brook. We decided to take our chances. Sarah headed out across the log trying to avoid the many branches…I’m pretty sure I held my breath until she reached the other side. Next, it was my turn. The log was too slippery to balance on, so we had to scoot across awkwardly, legs dangling on either side. At last, victory! We are hardcore! Probably kids half our age couldn’t do that! A wee challenge can take years off of one’s life. Off we go to find the end of the trail (we had no idea how long it was, or even what the terrain might be like).
...to be continued.