Upon further research (I googled), I discovered that people have died trying to make the final climb. OMG! Are you kidding me? I am a pretty careless gal that usually has a few unexplained bruises at any given time. But I couldn't back out. The boys would never let me live it down!
We set out at 7:00 AM. We wanted to beat the heat and other hikers. We could see Pilot Rock from several miles out. And as we got closer, it got bigger. Oh my. It was going to be a long morning.
The first part of the trail was a pretty easy, dirt trail. Then it started going uphill fast at a steep angle. The boys were leaving me behind but I was okay with that. They like to race to the top. I prefer to take my time, enjoying the trail and my surroundings. And then was my least favorite part. Steep, dirt and large loose gravel. It sucked! Most of this part required a lot of using your hands to climb. Lots of bear walking. Not so fun.
So I made it to the top of that section to see this...
The last section of the trail. The rock. Camper was already half way up. Can you see him in the white t-shirt in the middle of this pic?
And then there was this part. This is where the free solo rock climbing started. Camper got up and then it was Barbarian's turn...
It was at this point that he was beginning to think he might not make it up.
But he did! And then it was my turn. Please, please, please let me make it up there!
Not only did I make it up there, I fly up the side of that rock! Who knew my long legs and arms combined with my flexibility would make climbing so easy. I showed those boys a thing or two!
I found this cool marker on top of the rock. I wonder when it was put there?
Did I mention it was our six month anniversary? And that is how we spent it. On top of a rock, looking out to see California on one side and Oregon on the other. Perfect!