I write in pain, thanks to a pair of Sedona hiking trails that, perhaps, weren’t meant to be hiked back to back! But my pain also brought with it a lesson.
(Click on pics for full-sized HD versions–you’ll be glad you did!)
Went to experience this famous hiking destination. Not particularly skilled in self-propelled off-roading–or any type of off-roading–we settled upon the highly-rated and easy-hiking-scored Baldwin Trail, seen above. It was easy to hike, with modest elevation changes and mostly flat ground.
After an hour or two of hiking (I really don’t know how long it took, and that’s the best part—it was so nice to ignore my phone and enjoy nature!), we found ourselves ever closer to these beautiful rock formations….
However long it had been, upon arriving at the base of the
mountain hill rock what the heck is it? spot, we noticed several people, high above us, scaling the rocky heights. Thoughts: “Well, it appears that, after making this long trek, many people have energy to climb this thing. How bad can it be?”
I was unaware that there was a parking lot five minutes away.
[Amazing photo-documentation of how difficult and treacherous it was to scale the steep, occasionally-scrambling-on-all-fours rock face was completely lost because I spent 99% of my mental energy wondering how I was going to not die rather than how it might make an interesting blog post]
I don’t think of myself as particularly afraid of heights, but half way up, looking far below me at a rather steep incline consisting largely of smooth rock that looked far steeper from the current angle than it did from below, I needed to pause for a moment, sit down, and wonder if I really wanted to continue. I mean, I’d already seen plenty of great scenery from below, and I had the photos to document it….
Plus I was freakin’ tired. I was majorly out of breath. My leg muscles were burning, and even if I did make it to the top and down, I would still have almost an hour-long hike to return to the car.
Turning around made sense.
Except: how often does turning around, due solely to discomfort, lead to anything you’re proud of?
I had planned for a leisurely hike, just to see the scenery.
Instead, I saw a challenge, and asked, What must it be like?
It was amazing. One decision turned a mere outing, a pretty and leisurely walk, into a memory.
Is there some steep obstacle that you, also, fear?
What would happen if you surmounted it?