I’ve hiked to Williams Lake a jillion times, and had never seen what I saw yesterday.
Sam and I hiked with Adrian (my dear friend who’s staying on Kahler Island while she gets resettled in Taos) up an icy trail – foreshadowing alert! – to get to the lake that sits just below Wheeler Peak.
Taos Ski Valley doesn’t have much snow these days, so we made our way up the mountain with all the families who were probably supposed to be skiing but had done the few open runs many times over.
It cheered me to see parents with kids outside instead of sitting in front of televisions or video games. It was mostly the parents hiking together, then packs of children racing ahead with the dogs.
The kids climbed and skidded like pups themselves, teasing and jostling for first place on the trail. A boy sailed past a girl, causing her to lose her footing for a second, and she yelled after him, “Don’t blow my season!” I wish I’d had that kind of confidence and commitment to a sport when I was that age, but was glad to see it out in force yesterday.
Time going up: 1.5 hours. Time coming down: 1.25 hours. Giant bruises on a certain blogger’s ass from slipping and falling: 1.0. Success!
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