So I signed up for this full-day hike promising breathtaking views and brilliant interactions with like-minded folk – it delivered on both, the only thing it sorta creatively left out, was that ‘moderate’ means different things to different people.
Ten minutes in I soon realised that climbing up a ‘natural’ staircase for a whole day may be a tad challenging, an hour in I secretly relished spider-crawling like a kid over rocks the size of my entire body and halfway up and down some mountains it became clear that my definition of hiking: way way WAY off.
There’s something about inching up a hill holding onto grass and tiny trees, swearing inwardly whilst imagining falling to your death, that kinda puts life in perspective. Three things became evident:
1. I’m not as fit as I think I am (why the hell do I go to gym?)
2. I’m stronger than I think I am (I survived, shockingly)
3. Comfort zones are comfy, but man are they bland
Funny thing is, standing on top and taking in that view, you forget you almost died thrice getting there.
Heading home, I did what any self-respecting, mountain-conquering-designer-gal would do, I went to my favourite place and stuck my aching feet in the ocean – the perfect ending to an awesome day.
So even though I’m currently
walking shuffling about like an 90-year-old invalid with a ton of bruises badges of honour streaked across my burning limbs, I can’t wait for the next one!
“Every mountain top is within reach if you just keep climbing.” ~ Barry Finlay
For more info on the hike, go to Myburghs-ravine.