The pictures are a beautiful memory.
And I wish I could say that the hike in Russian Ridge was as glorious as the pictures make it seem.
But alas, in the interest of honesty and transparency,
the hike was mostly lame.
The thing about hiking is that when 3 out of the 4 hikers have undiagnosed strep throat and the 4th hiker has a crazy allergy attack, it kind of sucks the fun right out of an otherwise awesome experience. Screaming and crying is all we heard as we hiked up the mountain. Whining is all we heard on top. And when we started hiking down again, you guessed it, screaming and crying!
We bribed T with cheetos and that almost put a smile on his face. But not really. Everett was arching his back and slapping food away from his face. We were sharing the view with one couple who ended up packing their bags and heading off because of the mayhem. I almost felt sorry for those people, but quickly realized that I was the one who had to take these crazy muchachos home...so then I just felt sorry for myself.
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