Fern Ledge is an amazing spot – one which John Muir thought was one of the best from which to watch a Moonbow, and which Ansel Adams immortalized with an image. Last weekend, we gathered a group of friends together and hiked up to revisit the spot.
The hike was just as spectacular as I remembered it. I thought we’d be too early for the wildflowers, but even this early in the season, there were plenty to stop and admire. The water was big – bigger than the last time we were there, and it got bigger the longer we stayed to watch. Tom crept out on a narrow ledge to get that ‘looking straight up’ view, while the rest of took pictures from the relative security of the bigger ledge where we had lunch.
The hike itself was harder than I remembered though, both in terms of the slippery decomposing granite and steep drop offs, but also just in terms of my fitness level. I haven’t been able to walk quite right for days. Still, that kind of sore feels good when I think about getting back in shape to do all the summer things that are on my list.
The company was magnificent. I wanted to include a picture of the crew. It’s a combination of old friends and new ones.
You’ve seen the kids speeding around in the shoes with the wheels in the heels. They always look so cool and make it seem so easy. I’ve wanted a pair forever. It turns out they even have adult sizes. Finally, inspired by my co-worker Cher, I got myself a pair from BeWild.com (a quick scan through their site shows a number of different sizes available ranging in size up to Adult size 10), and they came today.
It’s harder than I thought to get the balance right on them. I tried Cher’s pair on when we were in El Portal a few weeks ago, and it took me about 5 minutes before I fell and skinned my knee. Still, after that experience and a day of rolling awkwardly around the office (my boss thinks Heely Fridays are a great idea and my boss’ boss has given a thumbs up too) I’m starting to feel pretty comfortable. I’ve even started to experiment with turning. I’ve got a ways to go before I look ‘cool’, but I’m not sure that is the point anyway.
Tom tells me that if I fall over backward and hurt myself I’m going to be in a world of trouble from him. Rightfully so. My back sort of tweaks just thinking about it. Still, I figure I’m going to keep scrambling talus, and I may as well roll around when I can.