We had not been hiking long at all on Saturday afternoon when we were rewarded with our first view from Shenandoah Mountain. It was beautiful outside! We actually needed hoods and scarves as the wind whistled across the knife's edge of the mountain; then when we rounded the side we warmed up as the mountain's shadow shielded us from the chilly blows.
We hiked approximately 2 miles in (maybe more) on a fairly level trail and turned around for the return trip--4 miles+ on these tootsies! Sigh. The trail is 27 miles long for those folks really into hiking. Hannah and Jonathan are the real hikers in the family, and they usually trek ahead of the rest of us slower pokes.
We encountered only one other couple the entire hike; they were carrying a rifle and a backpack. Of course, we stopped briefly for conversation--dogs and babies are good for getting acquainted with people--and we had Pepper with us. What a workout for Tom--he was in charge of keeping Pepper on the trail!
It was a neat afternoon excursion, but I think for sure it was my last hike. My bum knee didn't appreciate the jaunt and is paying me back royally. I see the doctor next Thursday.