Oh, Noble Knob. Back in 2007 when I picked this trail (for the name alone, since I am apparently 12 years old) as our first family hike, I had no idea how many great memories would come from this modest little mountain. It was where I truly fell in love with hiking, where we said goodbye to little Scabbers, and where we found healing when we desperately needed it. I was hoping to make it up there while schlepping this belly around, and I did it!
Our timing left a little to be desired since we started hiking just as the front-runners in the White River 50 Mile Endurance Run came into the Corral Pass aid station, which meant that about 300 runners had to pass us…out and back. Then again, trail runners are pretty much the happiest, most endorphin-high creatures on the planet (at least when they’re “only” 16 miles into a race), so it truly was a joy to watch and talk to them, even though I had to step off the trail more times than I could count.
Unfortunately, repeatedly stepping off the trail aggravated my SPD, and my pubic symphysis popped out of alignment again, or whatever that feeling is. All I know is that it makes walking feel very painful, and I thought we were going to have to turn around before our hike had really begun. We found a clearing and JK helped me pop it back into place (we do this exercise every day, which allows me to function as a mobile human being). I felt instant relief, but was a little more waddly and uncomfortable than usual for the remainder of the hike…luckily those lovely endorphins overrode the discomfort soon enough. I wish there was a way for me to get an injection of pure endorphins during labor.
Apart from all that, I felt much more energized than I thought I would at 33 weeks. It’s the magic of the mountains, I tells ya. It’s impossible to not be excited by life when you’re in a place like this. Even when your dog rolls in elk feces then tries to sit on your lap (I know, I know, I might as well get used to being covered in poop).
Something tells me we’re not done making memories on this noblest of knobs.