We had hiked quite awhile and decided to head back. The girls and I just knew that the shortcut we could see would get us back much quicker than turning and following the trail ALL the way back from which we came. CC said it was not a good plan. We need to stick to the trail. After much convincing, he agreed to split up and meet back at the cabins. Big Ben stuck with his dad (good choice.)
It looked so close. And we are tough girls.
So, down we went on the rugged terrain, discussing all the way how we were going to beat them back.
Our view from up top were spectacular.
These hearty wild flowers grew right out of the rock. It reminded me of our life in Turkey. So much has bloomed, even in hard places.
It wasn't long before I realized that our decision to get off the path may not have been the best one.
It's hard to see here, but it was sheer cliff below. Those are the tops of trees we are looking down on. Our main goal was to stay safe, so we took it slowly and helped each other. And thought of the guys on the path.
There were several points that we had to reach and help each other. It looked so close and so easy from the top, but it was not!
But I will say that my girls are like Turkish mountain goats. They find a way through hard spots. And then they help their ol' mom get down too!
We got all the way down, FINALLY, and realized there was a massive creek between us the home base. We hiked even further and finally found a spot where we could ford the creek. We clapped in case there were snakes. We secretly admitted how wrong we had been. And we pushed through until we finally got off the mountain, across the creek, through the shoulder high grass, up the other hill, and on the road to home. Yes, they beat us. But I'm glad for the memory. Dinner tasted good that night. Sleep came fast. And the next day we drove home.
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