Nora is almost five months old – seriously, where does the time go? – so we were overdue for her first hike to Poo Poo Point. We drove to Issaquah on Sunday and, along with 93% of the Washington population, attempted to find a parking spot along the paraglider landing field.
Let’s just say it took a while…which we really should have considered beforehand, since it was a Sunday. And sunny. And 60 degrees. In January.
Dude, for reals, it was 60 degrees! In January!! I was massively overdressed in long running tights and a long-sleeved shirt, all black of course. Nora ended up hiking (as in being carried by dad) in just her wool unders, and even that ended up being a little too warm for her. She was a champ, though, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the big trees until she fell asnooze in the Ergo.
I was kind of a champ, too. 1700 feet of elevation gain isn’t much, but it was the most I had done since June, when SPD got the better of me. I was prepared for it to massively suck, but it just felt good. Really, really good.
Nora woke up just in time for a snack and some playtime at the north launch point, then spent the rest of our lunch break sitting on my lap and just staring at all the people and all the dogs. I like to think she was admiring the view, too.
She even got to try paragliding!
The Mountain was out. Aaahh.
This was an amazing day. Now that we’re out of the fourth trimester and car rides aren’t traumatizing anymore, we’ll hopefully get to hit the trails a little more often. We’ve been hiking the hell out of our local trails, but I’m feeling ready for some mountainous terrain again. (There, I just jinxed this crazy weather we’ve been having and now it’ll be pouring down rain until July.)