Returning home from Iceland I was ready to get back on the trail. I did a little bit of hiking while I was there but nothing that was very rigorous. Wildcat D was the shortest hike I had left so I thought it would be the perfect way to get back in the saddle. Wrong assumption. This hiked kicked my ass and it was only 4.2 miles round trip. It was vertical as soon as I stepped out of the car. I felt really out of shape about 3/4 of the way up (kind of like a slug) and I didn’t take a lot of pictures because of it.
I didn’t want to write another post that was linear (started here, hiked here, ate this, blah blah blah) but rather an honest account of how it went. I get bored writing within the same format, so from here on out it will be more about the experience with stronger visuals and maybe a bit around the philosophy of hiking.
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