It had been a longing of mine to start a tradition of hiking in my family. I have always trolled hiking sites and dreamed of a map where I could check off the trails I had been. I would go to REI and covet hiking gear like bermuda shorts and walking sticks. The only problem though is that I am the only in the family one who thinks that walking should be done voluntarily. So as it was, the hiking we'd done in this family most often involved coercion, bribery, and if either fails, threats. So my hiking map - if it can be called that - looks more like my kids immunization card - there were a couple of spikes but mostly the gaps are about 7 years or so in between hikes.
For the past 3 weeks though, my husband and I had been engaging in what one might call mini-hikes. This weekend, we drove to Calistoga and trudged up what appears to be the less-trodden trails of Table Rock deep in the Robert Louis Stevenson Park. I would not call the trail pretty by any means and it was hard at times to tell if we were on the right path or not - in fact we ended up at a gate to a private property so I guess we were not. The climb back up was heart-busting and sufficiently kicked our butts. I kept reminding the hubby that it is not the destination but the journey that counts, but he was more about concentrating on catching his breath or not fainting. Hardy trekkers we are so not.
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