本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛We heard breaking news when we went back to cottage we were stay in. Wang Yi and his wife Leilei hiked Old Rag Mountain, 8 miles 700 meter elevation. It was nothing to Wang Yi who had run Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim in 1 day. But to Leilei it was a great challenge and achievement, as well as to ladies in our group. Worldy and Eva felt defeated and were crying to revenge. As we talked about magic light and great views on the peak of Cascade, we offered them a chance to do it again at sunset. And both of them got excited.
So, we slept in the middle of the day for a couple of hours, ladies prepared a great lunch. And we set off again at 3:30pm.
Hikers were getting down from the tail when we went up. We saw all different creatures of hikers. Some wear shorts and t-shirt, some wear flat running shoes. They were skiing down from slope without ski on. There were hardcore hikers running down from the mountain, and beaten city girls leaning on deadwood sticks.
The good thing of hiking with ladies was that I got enough rest. When they wanted take a break, I always agree with them. Eva started to complain that hiking boots hurt her heels and blamed me did not tell her truth. And Josie went ahead when we took breaks. She wanted keeping a comfortable distance with the rest of team so she won’t feel pressure from behind.
About 2 hours hiking, we reached the junction. Knowing that we had enough time before sunset, we suggested to hike 0.7 mile to Porter Mountain and back, but that was just a joke, no one really wanted add extra 1.4 miles without reward.
When we climbed up to a huge rock which was the only technical climbing on the trail, last two hikers went down. Guessing from their MEC brand gaiters they wear, I asked them whether they came from Canada. And indeed, one was from Barrie and the other was local reception. Seeing our neighbor down into trees, the Cascade peak belonged to us.
We gathered at basecamp and put on warm clothes then went up to the peak. Taking 360 degrees of views, the mountaintop was quite different from this morning, snow on tree branches were mostly gone. It was hard to find a foreground without footsteps.
We spent an hour and half on the peak, until sun was down and no more interesting photographing anything.
Then we started descending. As soon as we merged with trees, we had to turn on headlamps. Getting down uses totally different mussels, soon my keen joints started complaining. We exchanged all kind of sufferings during the years of hiking, tried to convincing one suffered more than another. This way, we felt the pain on getting down was nothing and kept going.
For a little more than an hour, we reached trail head around 9:30pm and cheerfully claimed that we were the last descendants of Cascade Mountain on the same day we made our first ascent.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
So, we slept in the middle of the day for a couple of hours, ladies prepared a great lunch. And we set off again at 3:30pm.
Hikers were getting down from the tail when we went up. We saw all different creatures of hikers. Some wear shorts and t-shirt, some wear flat running shoes. They were skiing down from slope without ski on. There were hardcore hikers running down from the mountain, and beaten city girls leaning on deadwood sticks.
The good thing of hiking with ladies was that I got enough rest. When they wanted take a break, I always agree with them. Eva started to complain that hiking boots hurt her heels and blamed me did not tell her truth. And Josie went ahead when we took breaks. She wanted keeping a comfortable distance with the rest of team so she won’t feel pressure from behind.
About 2 hours hiking, we reached the junction. Knowing that we had enough time before sunset, we suggested to hike 0.7 mile to Porter Mountain and back, but that was just a joke, no one really wanted add extra 1.4 miles without reward.
When we climbed up to a huge rock which was the only technical climbing on the trail, last two hikers went down. Guessing from their MEC brand gaiters they wear, I asked them whether they came from Canada. And indeed, one was from Barrie and the other was local reception. Seeing our neighbor down into trees, the Cascade peak belonged to us.
We gathered at basecamp and put on warm clothes then went up to the peak. Taking 360 degrees of views, the mountaintop was quite different from this morning, snow on tree branches were mostly gone. It was hard to find a foreground without footsteps.
We spent an hour and half on the peak, until sun was down and no more interesting photographing anything.
Then we started descending. As soon as we merged with trees, we had to turn on headlamps. Getting down uses totally different mussels, soon my keen joints started complaining. We exchanged all kind of sufferings during the years of hiking, tried to convincing one suffered more than another. This way, we felt the pain on getting down was nothing and kept going.
For a little more than an hour, we reached trail head around 9:30pm and cheerfully claimed that we were the last descendants of Cascade Mountain on the same day we made our first ascent.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
