If you recall, in September 2011, we took our "babymoon" to Alaska when I was 17 weeks pregnant. There were some pretty hard-to-top memories from this trip. (In fact, FOUR of my Top Travel Memories are from this trip alone!)
While there, we did a LOT of hiking, and to be honest, this particular day started out pretty bland. Alaska was strange like that: You expect it to be all wilderness and what not, but when you're in the city, it's pretty regular, excepting that you're on the ocean and in the mountains at the same time.
We had a boring morning, rested a bit, and then around 2pm, we decided that we had enough energy to check out Mount Marathon.
We TOTALLY underestimated this hike. See, every year, there is a big race up and down the mountain, so we told ourselves, "Shoot - if people RUN up this hill, it can't be THAT big a deal to hike, right?" Oh.My.Goodness.
What we didn't realize was that the "race" up the hill looks a little more like this, than a full out sprint:
Yeah, totally ridiculously fit people about ready to pass out, and climbing slowly up the inclines. It's ridiculous. But, of course, I never researched that. And ya know, who really cared anyways, since we weren't racing, right? I mean, they have an entire safety course that people are encouraged to attend before taking on this race. And they encourage you to be well-schooled on how to get yourself down the mountain if injured because there is no medical staff along the way. It's a pretty hard core race! But I digress.
The mountain trail really starts RIGHT in town. We were expecting some winding road to take us a little ways out of town and then have a trail head and stuff, but literally we drove down this road, parked on one side of the street, and directly on the other side of the street was the trail head.
I'm sitting here puzzled when looking at this picture, trying to figure out why on earth Mark was wearing his dressier shoes for this hike. Weirdo! ;) After coming to the end of the Switchback trail, we heard rushing water and figured we must be coming upon a waterfall, so we followed the sound, and we found a little babbling brook coming down the mountain.
We found some wetter parts of the trail (I was GIDDY when we came across these incredible flat stretches, even if they were muddy at times).
It was just incredibly beautiful here! It felt mystical wandering through the jungle-like trails: So peaceful, so serene.
We would occasionally come to a clearing, which would allow us little peaks at the views to come!
I know you're totally curious as to how we took that picture of the two of us with nowhere to set our camera in the wilderness, no? Yeah, we totally dangled the DSLR from this sign and hoped that it would take a decent shot without blowing in the {non-existent} wind.
At this point, we were about 2/3 of the way up the mountain, but seriously - we just couldn't make it further. We wandered for a little while, but we were wiped, moving way slower than we should have been, and it was getting later in the day. We were terrified of getting stuck here in the dark, so we stopped and started back down shortly after.
Not to mention, we started coming across moose tracks...fresh ones...in hoardes. And moose poop.
But we did go slightly further, then trekked back into the brush a little bit, behind some trees, until we saw this:
Here's the place where we saw the imprint of where a moose had layed!! Crazy!!
We made it all the way to here...and there was the top of Mount Marathon, but after we talked a bit with a guy who regularly hikes the trail, he said even an experienced hiker would take at least another hour of hiking to get to the top there, so we decided to call it quits.
The hike back down the mountain proved almost as difficult as it was getting up! Our knees were killing us by the time we made it down!
