Have I shared with you that hubby wants to start hiking? He has done a few short hikes around town and near his home-town. I don’t want to be left behind, so I let him talk me into buying hiking boots in January.
My brand new boots got their inaugural hike at Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield Park. Hubby is a bit of a Civil War buff, and it was close to our hotel. The plan was . . . wait – there was no plan, certainly nothing resembling research. The idea was to go and take a walk – kill a little time between breakfast and lunch.
The fact that we had trouble finding the visitors center to the park should have tipped us off that things were not as straightforward as one might suppose. This park is actually laid out in three separate sections, encroached upon by urban sprawl from every direction, separated by some pretty busy thoroughfares. Undaunted by our lack of luck and/or preparation and our GPS’s failure to give us good output based on bad input, we located one of their trail parking lots. We took a quick look at the posted trail map and started off. After a few minutes of walking to shake off the chill, we came upon various civil war encampment sites and markers with historical accounts of the battle that took place there. It was going to be a pleasant sunny educational walk.
So here I am along the trail.
Well, that all sounds pretty straightforward, S? What happened next?
To make a long story short – what we supposed was a walk of 1 mile, was actually 5 1/2 miles –fortuitously not with any challenging changes in altitude. Of course, it was only thanks to regular users of the trail, that we discovered this fact halfway into the journey when turning back saves you nothing compared to continuing onward. It might only be fair at this point in the story to let you know that hubby had suggested we turn back earlier - so I have been educated to the fact that his instincts and sense of direction and distance aren't too bad, while mine are non-existent.
Here is hubby, happy to have acquired a cell signal (thank you urban sprawl), letting our friends know we wouldn’t be back in time for lunch, after all.
We did continue onward, and also happily, that is when we happened upon some of the park’s full time residents, who reminded us that we were novice visitors on their terrain. (Noted!)
All’s well that ends well, as they say. (Of course, they only say that until back at home, they belatedly do their research online, only to discover that they actually saw and photographed the back of an important monument and missed the front!! Grant and Sherman, they are not.)
That is why I’m a little tired today – my feet and ankles are fine due to the very solid and comfortable hiking boots. A few other muscles remain a little sore – I guess there were a few inclines up and down, after all. I will work out the kinks at the gym.
Then I will print just a few pictures to remind us of this little
What are resting up from on this Monday – do give Sian a wave and let us know, won’t you?