Despite knowing the climb was going to be hard for this out-of-condition aging Brit, I was still surprised at how hard it was. I’m not going out hiking often enough to keep my condition up. The view was spectacular, and near the top of the ridge, I saw a hammock slung up by the trail. The occupant was on a day hike, and that was the limit of our exchange.
The trail was difficult to follow at the top of the ridge, but I knew where it was heading and so I bushwhacked in the general direction until I picked it up again. The top part of the trail runs parallel to the Farm road I needed to take to the Woods Trail, and I was tempted to not bother hiking the entire trail and just take the road to my next hike. But I didn’t feel I could claim to have hiked the trail if I didn’t get to the end. So on I went.