Kristian and I climbed Mt. Monadnock today. I am now officially exhaustimicated. I thought that I was in pretty decent shape, but about halfway back down the mountain, my legs turned to jelly.
I’m still feeling pretty good though. I know for sure that I’ll be sleeping well tonight. 😀
We took one of the lesser-used trails up. Lesser used in the sense that we only saw about fifty people on it. The masses took the main trail and we saw them all up at the top. Kristian told me that Monadnock is the most climbed mountain in America and I believe him. Everyone and their screaming children were up there.
We went and sat on a ledge as far from the madding crowds as we could get and still enjoy the view. Occasionally, we could hear the delightful sounds of small children hollering and throwing things at each other. It was actually a relief when planes flew overhead and drowned them out with white noise.
Apparently, it’s come to this: I’ve become an old woman before my time. Bitter and cranky, I spend my time shaking my fist at misbehaving whippersnappers and wishing that I could admonish their useless parents for failing to keep their rugrats from calling each other buttheads at the top of their voices when others are trying to enjoy the breathtaking beauty of mother nature god dammit!
But, once I tuned out the noise, things got much better. I guess sometimes you have to let go of the things that you can’t control. Or some hippie crap like that. 😛
Kristian and I had a lovely, simple lunch. Chocolate covered cherries never taste as good as when you hike two hours up the side of a mountain to eat them (ok, we cheated and had a snack halfway up). Best. Peanut butter. And. Jelly. Sandwich. Ever.
Flickr photo set is here.
