Dar es Saalam

After 2 days in Moshi, the interdisciplinary program (6 students, Dr. Whitney, and myself) headed to Dar es Salaam, the biggest city in Tanzania and the former capitol. They moved the actual Capitol a few years ago so it could be more centrally located since Dar is on the southern coast. Think the NYC of Tanzania, mainly because the traffic is awful! There really aren't any traffic laws besides which side of the road you drive on (opposite of us). And sometimes that doesn't even really matter as we saw lots of people going around other people with oncoming traffic coming right at them. I don't understand why there are not more wrecks! 

We spent most of day 3 traveling to Dar by plane and then an hour ride (with traffic) to the hotel, which is very fancy by the way. We are eating most of our meals at the hotels we stay at, as they serve food that appeals (and is pretty easy) on Westerner's stomachs. The food has been amazing and (thankfully) has agreed with me. Some of the students haven't faired as well. I've been handing out immodium and pepto like candy. The food is pretty similar to Indian cuisine. Thank goodness that is some of my favorite food! I think being vegetarian is helpful here. 

On day 4, we got to explore Dar some more, starting with the fish market right by the Indian Ocean. It was really cool and I saw more types of fish for sale than I ever have. We have two main guides here - Mama G (you address all your elders as either mama or baba -depending on gender of course -,and Juma) but a local fish seller took us around to see all the crazy fish. It was awesome. Most people at the market weren't sure what to make of us, partly because we are now traveling with a group of five Koreans. A professor from UGA and several of her friends from home asked to tag along on the trip, and so here we are. To say we look like tourists would be a bit of an understatement!

After the fish market, we went by the "White House" of Tanzania but we're not allowed to take pictures as we drove by due to the fear of terrorism. It was pretty impressive! We headed to the national museum of Tanzania and Dr. Whitney lectured on early African civilizations. I love to learn so you heard no complaints from me! The most powerful part of the museum for me was seeing the U.S. Embassy bombing memorial. It happened in 1998 and 6 Tanzanians died saving the Americans working in the embassy. Now that I am visiting the country, it all hits closer to home, just like every time I hear about atrocities happening near where I visited in Russia in 2008, I worry about the friends I met there. I think that is one of the most powerful take aways from visiting a foreign country, the connection you now have to that place. I hope the students remember that.

The last thing we did today was visit the African heritage museum which is basically a bunch of replica huts of many of the tribes around Africa. There was also a group of women that performed a traditional African dance and song. I got some great video that I'll have to post at a later date. On to Zanzibar!

Jambo (Hello) from Tanzania

What an adventure! Spent 24 hours (almost all on a plane) traveling to the other side of the world, south of the equator. I’ve never been south of the equator but it is a very temperate climate, hovering around 60-70 degrees year round. Tanzania is currently in its rainy season, and it apparently rained the three days before we arrived.  It was surreal landing in Africa and then not being able to see anything. I was in the middle of the plane in a middle seat, so not even a view of the Sahara for me.  That made it even more magical seeing Africa for the first time this morning. And we saw so much this first day! First of all, the hotel we are staying at is sweet!  More like a resort.  It’s down a bumpy dirt road on the outskirts of the town of Moshi.  Not quite a city, but moving in that direction. The “mountain” (Kilimanjaro) can usually be seen from the upstairs balcony near my room. We couldn’t see it this morning due to the clouds, but as I write in this journal at quarter to 7 pm, I can see her in the fading light.  She’s a beast, so majestic and magical with her flat top. 

This morning (May 11), we woke up to a tasty breakfast of eggs made to order, toast, porridge, and mangoes. Dr. Whitney taught us an introduction to the continent of Africa and about the mountain we will climb at the end of the trip.  I don’t know if the students or myself are more excited and as each hour passes, I find more and more to be excited about. After our lesson, we headed into town for a walking tour.  First stop, the markets where you can buy the biggest avocados I have ever seen to fried dried fish to electronics to clothes to whatever you need.  We saw that there was a lot of new construction in town and that most Tanzanians do not see white folks very often. There was a lot of staring and people trying to sell us stuff. We saw several mosques and churches as Christianity and Islam are two major religions here.  We went back to the hotel for a lunch of naan-like bread, rice, and a slightly spicy mushroom dish with chocolate-frosted yellow cake for dessert.  I don’t think I’ll be losing any weight on this trip!

We departed our afternoon walking tour right from the hotel. We walked past many types of residences and fields of corn and beans mostly.  We had a gaggle of children following us for a mile or so, all wanting to give us high fives and fist bumps, and even hold our hands. It’s hard to not want to take them home with you. First day in Africa and my heart is already melted for these kids, so many kids.  We also saw maribu storks that stand 4 feet tall and two different types of monkeys – colobus and virvet. It’s hard to get a good picture of the monkeys but they are super fun to watch!

We walked through a swampy forest and saw the second tallest tree in Africa – Millicia Excelsia. Then we walked through the rice fields (my favorite part of the day) with palm trees, rice fields, cool looking birds, and mud up to your knees if you took the wrong step (which most of us did repeatedly). What’s not to like?  We also got our first peek of the Maweksi peak of Mt. Kilimanjaro, then Kebo peak, which is the one we will be summiting.  I always make fun of Dino for taking too many pictures, but that is definitely me on this trip.  I mean, how often do you go to Africa?  Let the crazy amount of picture taking continue! I can’t believe this is only day 2 and there are still so many places yet to visit and be inspired. I feel like the luckiest gal alive.

Smoky Mountain Relay

For the past several months, I have been training for the Smoky Mountain Relay. It's a 212-mile relay ran by 6 or 12 team members. I was on a team of 12, and we definitely were the best team there, at least in team spirit. Our official team name was Hiker Trash on the Run (HTOTR) because most of the runners are long-distance hikers who have some pretty awesome hiking accomplishments under their belts. Our unofficial team name/mascot was Zebrasaurus. This comes from the combination of several team members living in the Zebra Hill house in Asheville and from team captain Dinosaur/Kathryn/K$. Izaac, our team costume designer, created the mythical Zebrasaurus and put it into costume form. You can see what Zebrasaurus looks like from this group shot from the start of the race.

HTOTR met early Friday morning at Dino's house to get the party started. A few of us had met the night before for a pre-race dinner, but the Raleigh & DC contingents didn't get in until late. After a round of sleepy introductions, we loaded into our two rented 15-passenger vans and headed for the start of the race near Brevard, NC. The forecast for the day was 80% chance of rain and t-storms. For once, the weather folks were spot on. Pockets of downpour made for an interesting day of running and relay exchanges. We made the best of the weather by drinking lots of hot green tea mate and by Zebrasaurus making an appearance at every exchange.

After my van passed off the relay wristband to the second van, we had a several hour break to rest up for the night section of the race. We hit the grocery store and then napped away the afternoon. Luckily, the weather started clearing up as it got closer to our next section of race. While we were waiting for our other team van, we met another really funny team called the Pusseyfooters. Their van had a life-size cheetah hanging out on top and cheetah print covering their rental van. Very classy. Around dinner time, we heard from our other team van that they were really close. We got ready for the next exchange, and we were off!

The next few legs were some of the longest for my team's runners, but also some of the fastest. Kerby had to do a 9.8 mile leg, but averaged something around 7 minute miles. Between his run and Izaac's crazy fast 5-mile leg, we had passed quite a few teams. By the time my turn came around, I didn't really have to worry much about getting passed. So I took off just after dark and enjoyed my 5.4 mile leg through the rolling hills not too far from the big town of Otto, NC. Two more runners later, we had an 11 pm exchange with van 2. All of us were pretty pooped and ready for some much needed shut-eye.

After figuring out how to get to the next exchange, via some really long forest service roads, we set-up camp around 1 in the morning in just above freezing temps. 4 am came WAY too early. Van 2 had made up even more time overnight and we were one of the first three teams on the course. We begrudgingly got out of our warm sleeping bags and took down our tents. Kayah was up first and she ran like a champ despite not having any green tea mate power in her veins. Kerby and Izaac ran so fast they beat the sun, so I was the lucky runner who got to see the sun come up on my leg. It was especially great because I saw the sun just as I was cresting Tellico Gap and the Appalachian Trail crossing. The climb up to Tellico was a bitch, but I was able to make up some time by running downhill for the next 4.5 miles. My quads were burning, but I had the best time singing my heart out to some country music as the sun was rising. It certainly was a great morning to be alive and to be healthy enough to be running this crazy race.
Check out this video of my finishing up my final leg. Notice the snazzy vest. Several of us tried to look our best for various legs of the race.
Tori and Mark brought it home for Van 1. We made our final exchange with Van 2 and headed out for some much needed breakfast. Luckily, one of the local fire departments offered an all you can eat breakfast for $5. After chowing down and catching up with one of the teams we were neck and neck with (Dead Goats Society), we headed for the NOC. We hooped and hollered for the teams we passed en route and then collapsed in the ice cold water of the Nantahala River upon arrival. Rather, Kerby, Izaac, and Tori collapsed in the water while the smarter team members (Kayah and myself) collapsed on the picnic table.

We had a decent wait for our team, since they still had some 50 miles still to run. We spent the afternoon napping, snacking, and playing games. Finally, the other van arrived. So far, no other teams had crossed the finish line. We all headed to the end of the course and waited patiently for our last teammate and captain - K$/Dinosaur/Kathryn to come flying down the trail. And fly down the trail she did! She didn't bother to stop and wait for us. Which way to the finish? We all took off behind her and crossed the finish line. Since the race officials wanted us all to finish together, we did a slow motion crossing of the finish line. Pretty hilarious.

We were the first team to cross the finish line - hooray! That meant we were the winner, right? Not exactly, but we milked it for all it was worth. We had the satisfaction of watching all the other teams finish, while we chowed down on BBQ and beer. It was nice to chat with some of the folks in van 2 since I didn't know them well. They had some pretty elite runners also. They had Moe, who ran the "Tough Mother" section and sailed past the team that was beating us. They also had Mark, who had ran the Boston marathon just last week. I feel fortunate to have been on such a kick ass team.

As most of my teammates headed back to where they came from, a few of us stayed around to watch the other teams finish and enjoy the beautiful spring day. A spontaneous dance party erupted, and several race officials joined in. The moment we had all been waiting for was seeing Seth Avett (one of the famous Avett Brothers - a favorite music group of mine) cross the finish line. I was off playing soccer with a few teammates and thankfully Dino came and pulled me over. That's the closest I have ever come to meeting him. He looked just like the rest of us, tired and satisfied after two days of running. Super stoked to see him either way.

I'll leave you with this funny shot of the best dressed group of runners at the race - Izaac, Tori, and myself. What a great experience. Can't wait to do something this crazy again. Oh yeah, and did I mention we actually came in 3rd out of 23 teams? Not too bad for this hodge podge group of runners who weren't even sure we would finish.

Santa Cruz Island Adventures

For my last full weekend in California, I decided to head to the Channel Islands, Santa Cruz Island to be specific. I was torn between exploring the Channel Islands or Catalina Island. There is diverse flora and fauna on both, but decided I would go to the more remote, undeveloped Channel Islands. I chose Santa Cruz Island because it's the biggest island off the coast of California and had the most trails to chose from. At first, there was a group of work people going to join me, but being it was the last weekend here and the steep $80 boat ride over there, it turned out being just me. We all know I don't mind camping by myself. In all actuality, I was looking forward to the peace and quite of being by myself and enjoying the last bit of my time here in southern California.

The ride over to the island was a bit choppy, but we did spot a teenage whale (cool!). We weren't just traveling with human passengers, we also had five baby sea lions that were being rehabilitated somewhere near Ventura. They were being carried in dog crates and we were supposed to drop them back into the ocean near Smugglers Cove. A few of them jumped right in, but two of them, were hanging of for dear life. They did not want to go back into the wild. It was so cute to see those guys, and way cool to see them being reintroduced into their natural environment.

After dropping off the sea lions, we finally made it to Prisoners Harbor, my home for the night. I quickly carried my stuff to the campsite, set up camp, and what did I see? An island fox, found only on the Channel Islands. It was sniffing around a few campsites. They area about a third smaller than your average fox and ten times cuter. They were almost extinct a twenty years ago when the golden eagle hunted them to extinction. The park was able to relocate the golden eagles and gradually bring back this cute little guy.




Finally all set up, I took off towards Smugglers Cove, my trail run destination. A few of you know I have been training for the Smoky Mountain Relay, coming up in less than two weeks in Asheville, NC. Instead of hiking on the island, I knew I needed to complete at least one long trail run. The scenery and trail condition didn't disappoint. The climb up out of Prisoners was pretty brutal, but not as much as the descent and ascent into/out of Smugglers Cove. Definitely burnt some calories there. The scenery was well worth the strain. A few day hikers looked at me like I was crazy, but I had the best time seeing the island this way. When you don't have much time to see an entire island, jogging definitely increases the surface area in which you can see.
 

After getting back from my (almost) 8 mile trail run, I downed a quick lunch and tried my hand at snorkeling. The ocean had other ideas. I got the shit beat out of me trying to snorkel with the tide coming in and the gale force winds surrounding the islands. I tried for about an hour, looked like an idiot, and called it quits. Between the trail run, and the the "snorkeling," I was pretty much done for the day. I did try one last hike before calling it quits for the evening - Cavern Point. It was an easy two-miler, but crazy windy. Check out this video to get a feel for how windy it really was. I could barely stand up without being blown over.
Soon after, I retired to the campground for a thru-hiker dinner and some white wine from a box (we all know I'm classy!).

I woke up Sunday morning anxious to get in a hike or two. Because of the wind, the island shuttle service was asking us all to leave around 11:30 am instead of 4 pm. I quickly packed up camp and took off on a 5-miler to Potato Cove. I'm glad I did because it was a really neat area. The water was this crazy teal green/blue. I enjoyed my last bit of scenery before heading back to the boat landing. All in all, a successful trip, and a great last full weekend in California.

Spring Break Part 2 - Kings Canyon & Sequoia National Park

After cleaning up and re-gearing, I picked up Dinosaur from LAX and we were off to the mountains! We made really great time, I was super stoked to miss out on the infamous LA traffic this time of day on a Friday. We chose to go through the Big Stump entrance to the park, so we could explore Grants Grove before heading into the backcountry. The weather was perfect as we climbed in elevation, getting closer to the park. One of those blue sky days that feels like it could go on forever. After scouting out a front country site, we quickly set up camp and headed down the trail to the third largest tree in the world. That's right, the world. All the trees in Kings Canyon/Sequoia were crazy beautiful. You just wanted to hug all of them. We played in tunnels that were really hollowed out old trees that had fallen, read lots of interpretive signs, and just enjoyed staring up at these old giants. General Grant was 1700 years old, which isn't even the oldest tree in the world. They all made me feel really small.

The next morning, we took our time driving through the park. We had to make the obligatory stop at a visitor center to watch a movie about the park and learn about the history. I was happy to have a companion that also didn't mind learning about things! Then went to see the BIGGEST tree in the world (by volume) - General Sherman. Compared with General Grant and the trees that surrounded it, the trees around General Sherman seemed smaller. It was definitely more noticeable that this tree really was the biggest thing around. Supposedly, it's so big that it would take 21 people holding hands around the tree to cover the circumference. Now, that's big! This portion of tree that  Dino is hugging gives you an idea about how big it is.

We next hit the Foothills Visitor Center to get our permit (safety and park regulations first!) and to find a little more about trail conditions and weather. Thunderstorms and rain were headed our way, but blue skies were still abundant. We ate a nice lunch, while learning about the native people of the area, loaded our packs (complete with bear canister) and hit the trail. We thought heading out on the trail would thin out some of the crowds, but we saw a ton of people on the Middle Fork Trail we were on. There are only so many trails that are not covered with snow here, so I should have known better. We followed the middle fork of the Kaweah River up towards the High Sierra. Our initial destination was Redwood Meadow - supposedly one of the most remote groves of old trees in the park. Everyone we talked to on the trail that got there said it was super neat. But after a late start, and enjoying the beauty of the trail, we decided to call it quits at Mehrten Creek. Good thing we did, because it starting raining on us as soon as we took our packs off.

After a fairly rainy night, and an even rainier morning, our stuff was a bit damp. I had chosen to go with my ultralight shelter, which is not quite decided for two people in the rain. Needless to say, there were a few wet sleeping bags and pads. More rain was on the forecast, and we were on vacation, so we decided to not be hardcore and instead hike back out. We would have had to do a big mile day to get to Redwood Meadow, and we just didn't want to be in a hurry. Of course, as soon as we got on the trail, the weather cleared. We thought about going back up, but decided finding the hot spring I had heard so much about would be a better option. The weather was great on the way out and we stopped quite a bit to take photos and enjoy the view. One spot at Panther Creek was particularly pretty, and we took a long break there. Some folks came down the trail that had made it to the meadow and showed us some pictures. We got to see it after all!

After eating lunch, we began the long drive to the Remington hot springs. They were near the town of Lake Isabella, which isn't too far from Walker Pass and the PCT. Dino remembered visiting Lake Isabella on her PCT thru-hike and kept going on an on about some milkshakes at a diner with an older lady's name. So, we of course had to check it out. Being that we were itchy to get out of the car, we hit the hot springs first. We couldn't find the hot springs right off the bat, but did find two very hippy-looking buses that would definitely know where the hot springs were. Sure enough, they pointed us in the right direction. I wish I could have stayed and chatted with those folks. They looked like they had some stories to tell! The hot springs were amazing!!! We didn't have them to ourselves, as it is a popular area not too far from a road. But these hot spring were definitely well taken care of. Someone had poured concrete in the pools and had constructed several bathing tubs that were nicely decorated with pretty rocks, stones, and writing. Each of the different tubs were a different temperature, but all toasty warm. They felt great after a few days of hiking and even better that it was kind of chilly and misting. We made some new friends and soaked in the springs until the rain started coming down a bit harder. Everyone grabbed their stuff and headed back up to the vehicles.

I had planned on camping at one of the established campgrounds in the area, but decided camping in Buddy the truck just off the road would be just as great. That's what forest service land is for, right? Later that night, there was a car that parked near us for about an hour. Sensing they were not moving, Dino was brave enough to ask if they were lost or needed help. Turns out it was a nice older hippy that looks after the springs from time to time and was camping out as well. Looks like we have a neighbor for the night. Woke up, made some coffee and tea, and decided to eat breakfast in town, complete with famous milkshake. Turns out it was Nelda's diner, and it was delicious. I don't think many people order a milkshake with their breakfast, but I was a satisfied customer.

I had to be back to work the next day, and Dino had a plane to catch, so we headed back toward Malibu. I showed Dino around where I lived/worked, and then took her to some of my favorite beaches. The weather, and the sea life, definitely cooperated. We saw dolphins, sea stars, California mussels, anemones, crabs, amongst other sea creatures. Not to mention a nice sunset. All in all, a great trip, and the perfect end to the first spring break I have had in years.

Pacific Crest Trail - Spring Break Part I

The first part of the first spring break I have had in five years was supposed to be a 60-mile section of the Pacific Crest Trail. Good thing life doesn't always happen the way you want it to :). On my way down to southern section of the PCT, I decided to stop in Joshua Tree National Park because I have never been there and need to check it off my CA National Park list. About a mile from the Joshua Tree National Park Visitor Center, a semi-truck kicks up a rock that brazes my windshield, creating a nick that won't soon go away. Not a good omen. Despite the damage to my trusty truck, I stop at the Visitor Center to check out my options for the evening. I naively though I might score a frontcountry campsite where I could have a campfire and drink beer to my hearts content. No dice. Luckily, I am carrying enough gear for several folks to go backpacking. I decide to do a quick trail run before heading to the backcountry for the night.

On my way into the park, I really took my time. I had heard from several friends that I wouldn't like Joshua Tree because it wasn't that pretty. Untrue! The landscape is very different from what I am used to, but alarmingly pretty. After taking the obligatory entrance shot photo, I head to the Boy Scout trailhead where I commence to run a 6-mile out and back that borders the Wonderland, the best place to do anything fun in the park. I thoroughly enjoyed the namesake tree of the park on my run. I returned from my run very thirsty, but thankful for my time in the park.

I decide it is worth it for me to drive to Keys View, supposedly the best view in the park. It was pretty cool to see the San Andreas fault from a distance. I also saw Mt. San Jacinto and Mt. Gorgiono's snow capped peaks from a distance. Some day. Amidst the day hikers, I took some time to stare at the PCT off in the distance. I descend from Keys View to drive through the rest of the park. I really debated whether this was worthwhile or not. I am glad I did. I was able to see the difference between the Mojave and the Colorado desert, including the Cholla Cactus Garden and Skull Rock.

I drove all the way through the park, ending at the Cottonwood Visitor Center. Since all the frontcountry camping sites were taken, I knew I needed to camp in the backcountry. I parked at the Cottonwood Spring trailhead and hiked in a mile to a very nice spot where I could see the sunset and enjoy a cold beer or two that I hiked in. It feels so nice to camp outside again after several months of not camping. I can't stop from smiling.

I wake up outside, in my tent, in anticipation of the PCT hike to come.  I quickly take down my camp and hike back to the Cottownwood Spring trailhead. I am so excited to meet Mick, I go directly there, barely stopping to get gas and get food. I had an amazingly pretty drive through Palm Desert and the town of Warner Springs. I get to the trailhead super early, where I organize my gear and get ready to leave Buddy (my truck) for a few days. Mick and I are at different trailheads, but quickly figure out how to meet each other. We leave my truck at Montezuma Valley Rd and head to Pinney Pines. After checking and re-checking all our gear, we are on our way down the trail.

A few miles in, all is as it should be. Mick and I are catching up on a few years gossip. We both feel great and the scenery is spectacular. I heart California. We pass the spot we had intially thought about camping and decide we should push forward, as we are both feeling good. We end up just north of Sunrise Trailhead in a grassy meadow we are both comfortable camping. The moon looks full and the trail very promising as we make camp. A night of Eygptian rat screw and catching up quickly fades into morning.

On day two, we end up hiking 18 miles, not for reasons initially expected. We both wake up super happy to be on the trail. But Mick's blisters set the pace for the day. Her feet are not happy, so we make accomodations to stay on schedule. Sometime in the afternoon, we realize that happiness is not 100% guaranteed. We decide to hike to Scissors Crossing so we are in good condition to hitch back to my truck the next morning. This proves more difficult in reality. The water source at Rodriguez Trail is not what it should be, and the trail north of that is not as easy as it should be. We get slightly lost, but also get found along the PCT. I encounter a cactus that is not very friendly, but Mick helps keep me sane by pulling out the quills. We both finally make it Scissors Crossing and camp between the two roads.

We wake up to hummingbirds twitting about and the road open to whatever we need. We celebrate the beautiful morning by cooking oatmeal and drinking tea. We soon realize a ride would be most helpful and take down camp. After only 30 minutes of standing with our thumb out, we get a ride from a nice woman whose mare is about to give birth to a calf. It's Mick's first experience with hitch hiking. She is nervous and I am glad it works out so easily. We hitch back to my truck and drive back to Mick's car. I am not ready to be done hiking just yet. I have her drop me 6 miles up the road so I can get a few more miles in. I am happy and so fortunate to be able to spend part of my spring break on this magical trail. Now, it's time to go back to Malibu, re-group and get ready for Spring Break Part Two - Kings Canyon National Park.

Sandstone Peak & The Grotto

I have been trying to see a little bit of California every weekend, and this weekend was no exception. I had made plans with my friend Molly, who lives in LA, and some of the folks I work with to hike up Sandstone Peak, the tallest peak in the Santa Monica Mountains. We had a 6-mile loop planned to Sandstone, with a 3.5 mile hike to the Grotto if we were still feeling frisky after the first hike. We woke up on Saturday morning to 65 degrees and sunny. Couldn't ask for better weather. By the time we reached the trailhead, it was already 70 degrees. We met Molly around 9 am and began the gradual loop that would wind us along the Mishe Mokwa Trail, passed Echo Cliffs, and with a nice view of Balanced Rock. There were plenty of opportunities for photo ops, the scenery just kept getting better.

The trail contoured along Boney Mountain on the western edge of Carlisle Canyon and then dipped down to Split Rock. After Split Rock, we began to climb up again and found ourselves at Inspiration Point. We had great views of the ocean from here, including Catalina Island and two of the Channel Islands. To the left is a pic of my crew enjoying the view out to the ocean. From Inspiration Point, we had a short steep section up to Sandstone Peak. Sandstone Peak, or Mt. Allen (as it was labeled in honor of the Mr. Allen that originally donated this land to the boy scouts) sits at 3,111 feet and offers views in all directions. We could see the house that we can see from our camp that used to belong to the famous Jack Nicklaus. Pretty cool. We could also see snow-capped Mt. Baldy, which is on the PCT, and I want to hike up badly!

After enjoying some lunch at the top, we made our way back down to trailhead number 1. Molly decided to skip out on the second hike because she had homework (lame!) but the rest of us decided to go for it. The Grotto hike trailhead was right down the road from Sandstone Peak. After parking, we began the downhill hike, crossing over Arroyo Sequit, down to the canyon floor. We passed a grassy ridge that made me pine for the grassy balds of the Appalachian Mountains. Almost to the canyon floor, we saw this big jumble of rocks that led the way to the cool water of the Grotto (think Mahoosuc Notch for all you AT hikers out there). We climbed and scrambled down and were rewarded with nature's playground of rocks and hiding spots, quite different from our first hike.

After watching some guy almost fall into the water, we began the climb back up out of the canyon. I was happy that I had correctly figured out where the Grotto was from Sandstone Peak. For those of you that hike with me on a regular basis, you know I am often "slightly off" my calculations. Maybe this is a sign of improvement. Being that it was 80 degrees out and we had put in almost 10 miles of hiking, the obvious next plan was frozen yogurt. A very curvy/windy 13 miles later, we had our fro yo and the end of our hiking excursion. Matt had so much fun, he couldn't keep his eyes open on the return trip!