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Eons ago... my love for hiking and mountains continue.
We were ready to start our hike at 6 a.m on that beautiful sunny day. The toughest hike they said, and it was my first. 6 hrs one way. 20 miles in total. The hardest thing about this hike is the way up, after you touch the water. The hike down was a dream. We spent time playing in the water, picnicking , before my team insisted we rush to pack up and continue our hike. “The hike up is a different ball game”, said Srini. I thought to myself, how hard can it be. The sun was slowly setting, showering the beautiful Canyon with its golden light. I was happy at the sight and worried to see the sun slowly hiding. Around 7 p.m I thought I could not take a step forward, my feet were numb and thighs were quivering. I legit thought I would be eaten alive by animals in the forest. I told hubby, take lots of pics, it will be remembered.
Pictures are not just to show family and friends. To a certain extent,that may be true. Old photos make it easier for us to reminisce about times gone by. In fact, the act of photographing something helps us remember the visual aspects of the moment better, even if we never look at the photo again.