Queen Margaret de Ennis – The Trek

What was supposed to be two days from Whitehall to Ennis ended up being 4 hooks and a long climb. Very fast, while we leave the city, we cling to the thumbs to get a short trip along the 8 miles of the road between the city and the path. Quickly, a mini red truck stopped offering us a trip that we could not resist. However, as soon as the doors were closed and while we tried to iterate our desired destination, the sweet Laurie changed the car and began to drive east instead of the south. As we explained to where we wanted to go, she misunderstood that we were trying to reach a popular local path. While trying to direct the conversation to our delivery point, she evaded until we arrived at the Post Office. Finally, I showed him on a map where we needed to go and, ultimately, we ended up cutting a whole day of hiking. However, Laurie was very sweet and spoke very well about her children and grandchildren. It was difficult to be upset with her.

Unfortunately, despite losing a hiking day, we were still 10 miles on the beginning of the closest path. After a few miles, a young man in a white van offered us a trip closer to the real paths. Being a former previous hiker, he knew how much we appreciate cutting the roads. We jumped in the bed of his truck and sat along the walls of the gun since a four -wheeled wheel occupied the main space of the bed. We hit a gravel road until we cross a path. We thanked him and he left quickly.

However, once again, we realized that they had taken us to a path where we would leave a path for another gravel walk. Feeling a little defeated, we headed on the dirt road determined to start walking. After other miles, a couple who was prospecting in the area offered us our third morning trip. He reluctantly, I jumped to bed that we would do some walk today. But my spirits were driven when we almost passed by stitch. He was a French Canadian hiker who had turned north due to snow in Colorado. It was very nice, knowledgeable and, best of all, a woman. I was yearning for the women’s company, so I shouted «Stitch!» When we passed and the couple decreased the truck so she could jump. I smiled as we jumped on the road where we could finally join a path.

I didn’t even care that we had an steep climb in front of us. I was delighted to return to the comfort and forest safety. We are following a steep uphill up to more than 9000 feet of elevation. But I was ready to dig my feet and go up. And boy was beautiful. There was a waterfall, an abandoned cabin near the summit, a storage container out of place at the summit, and the joys of getting into the pass were indescribable. The Valley below looked so far and we just walk from there.

We walked the rest of the afternoon downhill towards a beautiful lake where plan B and I took a step. The water was cold, but it felt good to the average sun of the day and even better to sleep on a warm rock and dry later. I felt a little cleaner at least and even brushed my mess tangled with hair that felt 1000 times more human than before swimming.

We were still very far from Ennis and thought we would walk or hook the city the next day. But Stitch knew of an angel of trails in Ennis who took us the dirt roads to snatch at night. And this is where I present Queen Margaret de Ennis and her right dog, Tonka. Margaret was such a great human being. He had just returned from a long trip in Canoa through the Yukón and detailed his day to day of the palette. For the sake of contexts, Margaret is not a lady. She is not old either, but when you imagine a woman rowing the Yukón, she may be partial to imagine a lady of 20-30 years. No, she was a rough Cisno.

While transporting us around the city to get food and then to his house where we stayed, he told many other adventures he had been. We laugh at the irony of losing your GPS device during a trip. Then he was amazed at how he could use the connections he had made on that trip so that the device bounced hand in hand and sent back from Alaska. With each adventure story he told, he became more and more a matriarchal idol for me (sorry Steve Irwin, you have been replaced).

Back at home, he offered us Lavandería, put us in his guest house, which has been working in a building, and each one turned to throw a ball or frisbee with Tonka while we finished during the night. In the guest house, there were 4 bedrooms. Two bedrooms with beds, a kitchen area, and between both bedrooms there was a bath with an open shower in the middle of the room. Unfortunately, its hot water heater did not work, so I took a brief cold shower while enjoying the freedoms to move around the space by placing a part of my body under the water at the same time.

Just when the sun was putting on, Stitch and I sat on the back porch of Margaret chatting more about his adventures, our adventures and the finest details of life. Without entering politics, we were able to talk about things like medical care, since she was a nurse now a PT. I appreciated the perspectives he shared and I was almost surprised by his modern ideas. I also appreciated the Stitch’s perspective in Canada. It was an open and honest conversation and changed my perspective of having this type of conversations. They did not need to be polarizing or argumentative. They could be totally shared with ideas and understandings.

Finally, with the dark sky and time late, we retired to our suite. Lihat juga nsaj. I threw the ball on the cover by Tonka for the last time and smiled as he lowered the stairs and to the dark after her.

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