As my second trip to Old Rag, I must say that I am overwhelmingly grateful that my first journey up this mountain was early-morning on a random Tuesday (read about my first solo hike here). For the first time in my life, I experienced outdoor tourism at its finest and it reminded me that I’m just not built for the east coast. In 6 months, I’ll be packing the car, heading home to Alaska and never looking back (can’t wait to write about THAT adventure!!). I remember my mom telling me of some of her past hikes before she moved to Alaska being other-than-awesome simply because of the literal line up the mountain…
Today, I experienced that line. The first 3.5 miles, we powered through, passing the masses of loud music, obnoxious, cell-phone obsessed ‘hikers’ and those constantly shedding layers as they were geared for Everest on a fall hike in Virginia. It was finally quiet, and I felt like I could start to connect with nature…. theeeeeennnnn, it all came to a screeching halt as we rounded a corner only to find a LINE. A damn line.
As much as I tried not to be frustrated with the less-experienced, I was. In all honestly, it was killing the hike for me. You guys, there were older teenagers literally holding up 10-15 people for selfies and an Instagram story boomerang. I am endlessly thankful for good company (+ a new friend) to keep me sane! Today, I needed that.
There were a few of us (outside of those I hiked with) that seemed to be covertly expressing the same sentiments. They are what I’d call trail family. The peaceful solitude of quiet nature wasn’t an option. But, we made the best of it until my loud mouth half-politely asked the selfie-taking teenagers to please let us pass. Tyler took this smooshed-face, semi-candid natural of me at the summit, trying not to blow off the rock in the piercing wind.
I had the pleasure of reconnecting with an old friend from my time in Italy and was overjoyed to introduce him (finally) to my husband. There’s something about reconnecting after some time and being able to see the growth in a person a little more clearly that floods me with joy. Nick brought his friend, Sean, who I was delighted to meet. He shared stories of his travels through Norway and his first experience with the Northern Lights as the four of us bonded over agonizing tourists and exciting boulder scrambling. Solo hiking has been wonderful for me but aside from the (seriously completely annoying and ill-equipped for bouldering) tourists and selfie-taking kids, today was one for the books.
The drive home was full of riveting conversation about the qualms of artificial intelligence and the role it plays in our world and I was once again reminded of just how small we are in this big universe. We even talked about the virtual reality theory and the concept that we are all just pawns in someone’s game… if that is the case, shout-out to my game-player for giving me the best life a girl could ask for (and some pretty badass adventures). But could ya please hit the button to slooooow down global climate change?!
We stopped by 2 Silos Brewing on the way home for an adult beverage (and some added mac ‘n cheese) and I was able to exhale and be truly grateful for the cards we were dealt today because at the very least hundreds of people were outside on the trail and at the Brewery, enjoying a crisp fall day surrounded by family and friends.
Cheers to reconnecting with old friends and making new ones.