We took a trip this weekend to an area south of D’Arcy, BC. It took us about four hours of hiking to reach this lake in a little basin. We always hike painfully slow, since we have children and dogs tagging along with us in any given combination and poop stops, yelling, line tangling, and distractions don’t help speed us any. This has long ceased to bother me–I just accept that day hikers I see bounding up will likely meet us again on their way down or that others at camp who sleep in will overtake us on the trip out.
As trips go, this one was relatively uneventful, which is a blessing compared to some of our adventures (rolling the car backwards along a cliff, getting lost in an alpine meadow for two hours, getting stuck overnight in a ditch, trying to drive out of a 4 wheel drive road with our little 2wd car). More on those later (or not). I mean, I did forget how fucking painful challenging the hike up was, and crossing boulders with a 40+-lb pack is always nerve-wracking, and of course, I always get a little sick of chocolate after each trip, but nothing crazy or anything. Crazy by my standards, anyway.
UPDATE: Sorry, my husband said he *almost* rolled on his ankle, and that this counts as an event.
