On more than one occasion, friends have incredulously questioned the fact that I enjoy hiking in the mountains. Usually the conversation goes something like this:
Friend: So you like this hiking thing, huh?
Me: Ummm…. yes? If I didn’t like it, I probably wouldn’t do it… it’s kind of a lot of work.
Friend: Yeah, I wouldn’t do that.
This confuses me to no end. Perhaps I don’t look like the type of person that hauls themselves up and down large expanses of rock (see: This Guy), or perhaps they just don’t get why anyone would do that for fun. But I do, and I love it.
Ages and ages ago, I wrote this post about why I love the German mountains, and every word of it is still true. After this weekend’s trip, I thought I’d share two more reasons why this question baffles me.
I give you: Sunday’s sunset…
Flagpole or not though, those views aren’t happening at sea level.
So. Does that clear it up for anyone?
*Ironically, this Wednesday post is brought to you because I’m home sick from a cold that came on after sweating my way up and down this mountain.
So. Worth. It.