Up The Creek Bed

Trip Start Jul 29, 2008
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Trip End Aug 05, 2008


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Flag of Canada  , Alberta,
Saturday, August 2, 2008

Hiking in sandals is a silly idea, unless you are trying to smuggle the mountain out piece by piece.

Yesterday, since my feet were soaked anyway, it seemed sensible at the time to walk through the creek bed to wash off my hikers. As much water could soak through on a hike, considerably more can pour in when given the height advantage. Consequently, today they were still pools. The point is, today I was restricted to hiking in sandals.

Because I would not have sufficient foot protection for any kind of intense hike, I selected one which my new book graded as moderately easy. I hate that book.

I actually did manage to find the day parking area without too much trouble. It only took me two tries to find the blatantly marked trail head. It took me precious little time after that to lose the trail altogether.

So...rather than follow the marked trail, (It was marked too, I went and checked after. Next time you're mine grotto canyon) I wandered up the rocky creek bed. Even a walking pole and knee brace could not have prepared me for the steep slippery and sometimes steep rock I had to navigate. Fool. Naturally, I came to my senses, and upon finding a path further along, I ventured up that instead. The canyon hike was officially doomed at this point. I admit, I suspected the whole time I was on the wrong track, but it was fun enough and I was stubborn enough, so up I trod. I'm pretty sure when I came upon some repelling rope secured to the rock wall, it was then that I Knew I had gone astray. Some would have turned back then. Not all it turns out. I continued up the increasingly steep path. I was so hoping if I persevered I would meet the proper destination and could return by an easier route. Yeah, that didn't happen. I scrambled up ever steeper surfaces of dirt, gravel and shale. Little did I suspect I would soon be sliding down this delightful surface on my bum. At the point of realization that I would actually have to go back the way I came, I sat in the dirt and said aloud, "help". None came.

Down I went, loosing my footing a few times and knowing for sure, this was Not the Moderately easy trail I had intended to find. I think I need a guide more than a guide book. The fact that earlier this week, on more than one occasion, I had spent hours alone hiking in the mountains, should be cause for grave concern to those who value my return. I'll try to be more careful? Who would have thought I'd have a hard time following directions.

Suffice, I survived climbing, sliding, jumping and falling. As much as I hate that book, I love my knee brace. Plus, my hike was shorter than intended, so now I have time for a short nap before the festival tonight. I did actually have a look about afterwards and now know where I Should have gone. Who's comin'?
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