Our friend Scott doesn’t like to be soft. No huts for us, no breezy day hikes with our packs sweetly sleeping in our tents either. I felt an immense sense of accomplishment in having done it. Although Dylan did have to shoulder some of my load, I think he enjoys pushing his pack horse capabilities to the limit. I hope so anyway. We walked up hills and then down hills for hours, up and down, up and down. On the way up I would decide that going down was clearly the only way to go, on the way down my knees and toes protested that this was not the case. But it was beautiful, intensely so.
On this trip we inherited Scott’s old (in photographer years…months) Canon Powershot camera and we spent most of the time getting better acquainted. I hope we will get along well together.
