So I finally decided to tackle that mountain trail we talked about last spring. I packed what I thought was a light bag, filled with water, snacks, and a map. About two hours in, I realized my "light" bag was anything but. My shoulders were screaming, and I stopped every fifteen minutes pretending to admire the view, but really I was just catching my breath. The funniest part was when a very unimpressed squirrel sat on a rock right next to me, staring, as if I was personally offending it by huffing and puffing so loudly. It followed me for about half a mile, probably hoping I would drop my granola bar. I didn't. I won that battle of wills. Made it to the summit, though. The view was absolutely worth the sore shoulders and judgmental squirrel. We should definitely do it again. Maybe I'll actually train this time, or at least find a smaller bag. Hope you're doing well!
Let me know what you think about the trail map I found.