The first time I went hiking, I was 22 years-old and the mother of a one-year-old. Tim took me to the Eagle Cap. It rained the entire first day. My hair, which was braided, still wasn’t dry two days later.
My father-in-law, bless his heart, had told me to beware the bears. Since I had never been outdoors really — listen here, I grew up in Georgia, where roaches and snakes abound — other than being on a beach, I believed my father-in-law and was terrified the entire trip about them bears.
I didn’t know the Wallowas werent like the Smokies. Black bears aren’t the problem — mosquitoes, however, are in abundance.
I’ve been back a few times with Tim and a few times with some girlfriends (the cheater’s way) on horseback.
What about you? What’s your favorite hiking memory? Got any photos or videos you want to share with us?