The final hike of the tour was here. Up early and up 200 metres to the top of the mountain. Then around the rim of the canyon and back down. That was the trek.
At the beginning of the whole trip, I know I got a few looks – the girl with all the pretty dresses. You know she’s gonna be a diva. But I’d like to think that by the end I had proved that old adage, “You can’t judge a book by it’s cover.” Because I did all the walks, often being at the front, in my pretty dresses.
Actually, I thinks sometimes the dresses helped: I got air flow where otherwise you wouldn’t have. And when it came to climbs and winds, like in this walk, I easily tied my dress in the middle and turned it into big flowy culottes.
Plus, you want to talk diva: I needed to go to the bathroom after this waterhole spot. So I hung back, and copped a squat off to the side. Thank goodness for biodegrable wipes. Just sayin’!
Honestly, all jokes aside, I was a little nervous about this particular hike. You see, I have a fear of heights, and I was wondering how I would do. Mostly it was fine, but there were a few moments that challenged me. But at the same time, I think it’s important to push our boundaries and force ourselves to face our fears. Now, I’m not saying go skydiving or kiss a poisonous snake, but push yourself whenever you get the chance.
Dress – Indian Summer Co. via Foxy Folk
Boots – the Shoe Sompany
Sash – thrifted