As the days get warmer and the sun stays up later it becomes increasingly harder to ignore the outdoors. This is why, on Sunday, we packed up our backpacks and hit the road.
Six humans and two dogs drove a little over an hour to get to The Gorge, a park in Kentucky, that is massive.
The adventure began as soon as we got in the car. We had an idea on how to get there, after all we’d all been before, but no concrete directions. Fail. There are certain parts of the state you don’t want to get lost in. Some roads that make you hear banjo music. We found a few of them.
Turning around multiple times would have been ok if this story ended with us finding the right path. No one in our group is out of shape but that did not mean we were ready to hike the nineteen mile trail we somehow finally found ourselves on.
Deciding we would eventually turn around when we were tired we headed off, assuming the trail signs would keep us from getting lost in the woods….multiple times.
As we trudged our way out of the underbrush of an ‘unmarked path’ boyfriend tripped. It was apparently a hilarious sight. I wish I could have seen it but I was too busy trying fend him and his ‘grab onto Sarah as I’m falling’ ways off.
We then discovered bear marks on the trees. It’s only a bad thing if you realize what they are. After the small panic and picture opportunity we continued.
Did I mention there were dogs? Dogs that had no regard for paths or nature or our ability to walk in mud. We were obstacles to them.
I am one of the guilty ones who brought my dog along. In my defense, she is usually great at being my hiking buddy, and she always has a blast. Also, it was not my fault that we kept choosing wrong trails that were so narrow that the pups had to get through them by charging under the feet of anyone who was unlucky enough to be in their path.
Here’s a tip to tell you are on the wrong trail. Pretty much as soon as you set off on your journey, you will reach a fork in the road. This happens on all the trails. In the Gorge, there are many forks. The trails are constantly forking. You must choose which way you will go. Choose wisely. How will you know if you have chosen erroneously? At first, things will appear fine. You will be mindlessly tromping along on what is seemingly a trail that’s going somewhere. Soon, you will start to doubt, as the trail gets more and more narrow. People will start to question whether we are on the right trail, but you will say yes with fake confidence so as not to cause a panicked stampede. Finally, you will realize in terror that you have gone astray because the trail will narrow into nothingness and you will find yourself stranded in knee-high bushes in the woods. You will finally realize how Bambi must have felt, and feel the urge to turn around and run for home at a pace that would make the Roadrunner blush.
Don’t panic. Let’s just say I have a whole new respect for Daniel Boone. Anyone who can make their way through the jungles of Kentucky alive and without getting lost must be something of a superhuman.