Last Saturday I went to Devil’s Lake with some friends: Laura, Grete, Dan, Nathan, and Drew.
I thought we were going to go hiking.
On a trail.
Boy, did I completely misunderstand what was happening.
About twenty minutes of walking on a flat surface, we start climbing boulders.
And these boulders went straight up the mountainside.
Maybe I’m exaggerating.
But probably not.
I kinda have a fear of heights.
A rational fear of heights, mind you.
I love roller coasters.
I like being in tall buildings and looking out the windows.
Heck, I visited the Sears/Willis Tower a couple months ago.
Those are all fine and dandy.
But Heights where there is a real and potential threat of me slipping my foot in to the wrong place and falling to my death…that is what I’m scared of.
I almost completely gave up once we were about six feet off the level ground.
I was also near the front of the hikers. Everybody had to wait for me to move my behind in order to progress up the boulders. That’s not a lovely feeling. I think that’s the only thing that kept me going, know that I could be slowing down or ruining my comrades’ adventure.
Well, I’m glad I didn’t give up.
I had a really fun time.
I was with good company.
I cried….when, my toenail ripped in half…because I was wearing Chacos. okay, I didn’t cry. But it did rip my toe in half.
It was basically pretty awesome exercise. I was working out my arms and legs from pulling myself up.
Girl Power for Grete!
My glasses look awesome on Grete's concerned face.
I was too much of a pansy, when my comrades started rock climbing with real rock climbing equipment, belaying and all. Dan, Drew, and Grete all rock climbed. They all looked super cool and hardcore. I think I need to trim down about 20 pounds before I even attempt to legitimately rock climb.
I’d do it again, though.
And I won’t wear Chacos.
All photos stolen from Laura and Dan.