I know this is disappointing, but I really don’t like to hike. It’s disappointing because I’m a Coloradan, born and bred. But even the beautiful Rocky Mountains could never inspire me to spend a Saturday sweating my way up a trail.
But even with my distaste for the activity, I went on a hike with my aunt a few weeks ago—jumping at the chance for some quality time with her.
At first the hike was exactly as we expected. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t impossible either. “Maybe this hiking thing isn’t as bad as I thought!” I considered with surprising optimism.