I look miniature next to these tall trees. For my 60th birthday, I backpacked to Necklace Valley to mark and celebrate over forty years of passionate hiking. The last photo is of the highest, ethereal alpine lakes. It's a steep scramble past a rockfall.
"Do you remember how extremely steep the trail was?" my ex-husband Terry asked. We had backpacked to Necklace Valley when I was thirty-two.
"No, I just remember how beautiful it was," I replied.
These pictures evokes the joy, fun and wonder of hiking.
The last photo was taken by Karen with her Iphone in 2018. See the difference in the photo quality? The other pictures were taken with a great digital camera. Karen's Iphone photo lacks depth of field. It looks flat.
I wanted four things for my birthday. Modest wishes:
I got one. A shower.
Mike made us late. At midnight, I made scrambled eggs and toast for dinner. We collapsed on my bed, flat on our backs. Looked at each other.
"So much for wild monkey sex," I said dryly. Goodnight.
I want a do-over.
I used to do a lot of hiking in Washington State when I was younger. Pretty sure Necklace Valley was one from before I had kids, so when I was in my mid-twenties. So many beautiful hikes! So long ago now, I don't remember exactly which ones, only that the scenery always had me in awe of such majestic nature!
The Necklace Valley was my first WA hike. It sure is beautiful. You're right.
When we went there a tech from our company brought his two adolescent sons and the trail was almost too much for them. By the time we got to the top he was carrying three packs -- theirs along with his (he refused to let us help. Ha, ha, sort of, I guess).
The other two things that struck me over the weekend were how many people we saw. I was used to northern AZ -- being the only folks for miles in any direction.
A couple of times growing up my family pulled up stakes and moved when we ran into someone. My mother was very afraid of cowboy senses of humor. Ha, ha.
At Necklace Valley our group saw probably 20 people over the weekend -- I was shocked. At least the folks seemed to be contentious hikers -- the area didn't have any noticeable wear and tear that I saw.
The other thing I remember about the weekend was right at the top we met two couples staying in a canvas tent, drinking wine out of bottles. We wanted to ask them how they got that stuff up there -- did they use a helicopter, or what?