I once read a newspaper article about a couple who hiked the entire Appalachian trail (the article can be accessed below) and became intrigued by the thought of completing it myself.
I could picture myself quitting my job, finding a hiking partner, and taking on that very challenge. But this challenge? This challenge? No way, Jose.
Did you look at that link? If you didn’t, you should stop messin’ around and give your eyeballs a little thrill. Besides, you kinda have to look at it before reading the rest of this post.
(I’ll pause for a moment, just in case you need to look at it for really real reals or if you want to look at it again.)
Okay. So. You looked at the link. Good. Thank you.
Apparently this trek is considered the most dangerous in the world. You have to climb steep trails, stairs, ladders . . . and if you fall, you’re dead. The reward—if indeed you survive the journey—is a magnificent view of the five peaks of Mount Hua.
Awesome, right? Hence the reason I turned my computer screen toward my co-worker’s desk this morning and told her to have a look at some of the photos.
“That’s all fine and dandy,” she said, “but what the hell happens when you get there? How do you get back? Helicopter?”
Crap. I hadn’t thought about that. I just thought that if you made it, well, hooray for you! But if you go up, you’ve gotta come back down . . . oh man!
Oh man, oh man, oh man. God bless those who have made it. What an incredible feat. What reliable feet.
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