Giant

smoking on giant mountain

Sunday at 9:00 it finally stopped raining. We packed our wet stuff and hiked in half an hour back to the car. By then it was beautiful and sunny, just as they had promised for yesterday. And we decided to hike up another four-thousander (in feet, not meters), aptly named Giant.

About three-quarter up to the top, I decided to not go any further though. My left knee, cause for problems in the past, acted up again, and hiking the 600 metres down would be enough. No need to add another 400 to that. So I enjoyed the view, thanks to a fire 40 years ago, this mountain was much more open than others, smoked a cigar, and then went down slowly. After I had reached the car, still in one piece, I went for a swim in a nearby pond, waiting for the others to come down from the top. Yesterday’s rain was forgotten and we all agreed it had been an enjoyable weekend.