Did the Sausage Walkers thing today. A little different in that we drove in the Hashmobile about 30 minutes out into the vast countryside and started from there. And as seems to be the norm, we took a couple of detours and dead ends before finding our way to the designated creekside lunch location for, yep you guessed it, sausages.
Alright, I must confess to having wimped out at the very beginning. There was this suspension bridge we needed to cross to get to the other side of the river. I got about half way over and it started swinging to and fro (I can handle the up and down) and I retreated. It just felt like I was going to topple over and into the river, which would have resulted in serious injury or death. So I chose discretion over valor and walked up river where the banks were less steep then waded across.
Ah well. Here’s some photos.
Let’s roll!
A view from the truck…
The bridge of my shame.
Everyone else made it across just fine. But once I reached the middle span where the handrails were ropes it just all felt so unstable to me. I took several steps, saw my life pass before my eyes, and retreated like a wimp.
After wading across down river I rejoined the group.
They didn’t laugh at me. Much.
No one home.
We only climbed one mountain today and about 3/4 way up we discovered we were going in the wrong direction and came back down….
…to walk along the river….
Trying to decide where to cross…
Ride ’em cowboy!
At our lunch site we came across the skinniest dog I ever did see. Shared my lunch with him but I doubt he’s long for this world…
Sausages roasting on an open fire. Well, bed of coals anyway…
A creek side picnic it was!
Anyway, got my steps in and saw some new sights, so it is all good.