I told y'all Friday about the bear hunt.
I actually wasn't sure if I'd make it and not just because I'm fat. I don't have a great gait. I don't have perfect balance. Or any.
Anyway, the hike was definitely worse than I thought it would be: narrow path, slippery leaves, large rocks hiding under the leaves, tree roots, etc.
There were a couple mud puddles. And by mud puddles I mean 30 foot stretches of swamp with ankle deep standing water.
You had to step over a small stream. And by stepping over a small stream I mean precariously balancing on about 6 not big enough or flat enough rocks and doing the high wire dance across about 4 feet of calf deep water.
There was a bridge over the next stream we had to cross. And by bridge I mean about 6 rickety logs that worked like see-saws when you stepped on one end.
There were a couple of pretty steep inclines. The second one was the one to get up into the "cave" part where the actual petroglyphs were.
Not gonna lie, we were up there for almost 2 hours and the entire time I worried about how I was going to get back down that hill.
We learned a lot of different things...and really cool things too!
What sucked the worst was that by the time the "outdoor learning" was over, we only had 25 minutes to get back to the smelly school bus.
It took us 90 minutes to get out there. And less than a third of the time to get back. Holy fat girl running, Batman.
I can only imagine that if hell is a place where you go and do your least favorite thing forever? That's what my hell would look like.
part of the trail
this forest was messy
i can't tell you what the petroglyphs mean. you have to pay the price. hike. that. trail.
yes, that is a panda bear hat in the bottom right corner. i didn't edit. you. are. welcome.