So, a few months ago a few friends of ours hiked the Colorado Trail. Most of it, anyway. When they invited us to help start off the trip we were relatively ecstatic and signed up. The trip was really tough at the time. We all started off with overly heavy packs, that we weren't used to, boots we weren't used to, and blisters all over. Add to that an unseasonable amount of rain which really helped our garden but was pretty scary to deal with on the trail and we were all grumpy puppies. Even Sultana (their dog) was a grumpy puppy.
There's Kaycie, Nikki, and Kelly on the last day of the hike.
Looking back on the hike
Why is it that looking back it's always better? Now all that I remember is the valley of wild potentilla bushes, sunsets and sunrises that kissed our shoulders with light burns, and laughing lots. It was great fun, but so painful at the time. Odd, indeed.
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