Last Saturday, I ventured into another remote area, opting for my trusty running shoes instead of the usual bulky mountaineering boot, because who doesn’t want to feel the wind in their toes, right?
Early on, I was cruising along a decommissioned logging road when suddenly, out of the bushes appeared a deer. But not just any deer, this one decided to have a full-on stare-down with me, right in the middle of the road, for a solid two minutes. I wasn’t sure if she was judging my choice of footwear or plotting something sinister. Naturally, my first thought was, “Is there a fawn hiding nearby ready to charge at me like a furry missile?”
After a suspenseful pause, I tried to shoo her away with a few rock tosses (pretty sure I nailed the Oscar for “Most Dramatic Deer Encounter”). She gave me one last glance, probably rolling her deer eyes, then sprinted off up the hill like a wildlife ninja.
The adventure continued with a “bluffy” (loose and crumbly) 2km scramble up a steep scree slope,definitely not the bushy ascent I’d been dreaming about. The summit? A glorious pile of choss, just the way every climber loves to test their balance.
All in all, 20km and 2000m vertical elevation later, I came away with tired legs, muddy shoes.
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