Hike 17: Nounou West Trail, Sleeping Giant from opposite direction

We are still basking in the joy following the climb on the cliffs at Na Pali yesterday (Tuesday). The editor’s helper feels that it was a highpoint in his life. Of course, the great highlights arose from the births of Gavin, Natalie and Robert not forgetting Lil’ Ellie. In life, there is balance. Can one forget the great joy when the last child left home? Just kidding, Kids…hmm, couldn’t resist.

Jenni approaching base of peak

"Bamboo Babe" deep in forest

We are not getting much sleep these days, exacerbated with the elation flowing through the body. Who’s complaining? We offer continual gratitude to Hashem as we witness His world. Our cousin, Basil Cohen, after viewing the pictures of the first cliff hike (14) remarked that it made him realize how small we really are, how humbling the world is for humanity. We concur but would add a comment, if we may, knowing that we are often wrong. We see in nature the manifestation of the ‘Hand of the Master’, the Creator’s works. Of course, it is humbling but we also think how fortunate we are: After all, it was created for our benefit and enjoyment.

Sprout Blowhole--another interesting facet of our planet

When we revel on the cliffs we often get a reminder from ‘you know who’ to be cautious. It is good advice, which we appreciate. Sometimes, like yesterday, we think our editor went too far. You be the judge.
“I don’t want to go home on my own, so be careful,” she admonished. And how about: “Perhaps you should leave the car keys with me before you go along that cliff. Leave the water, too you won’t need it.”
Do we make a reasonable point? Until she asks for the wallet though, we can still forgive her.

Hi, yourself. You forgot to leave me the keys

We returned to the east side to hike the Sleeping Giant from a different side of the mountain with the intention of reaching the glorious peak again. We intended to slow down a bit today with this 6-miler as we prepare for a big one on Thursday. It is interesting that one side of the mountain is soaked while the other, quite dry. We meandered gently for nearly two miles when suddenly, the trail changed its nature and we went directly up. We love it that way but the muscles might have a different opinion. We’re afraid to ask.

Shabbos dinner--so fresh that it hops out the trolley and jumps into the trunk

With the wind blowing at the peak, it became a little nerve wracking crossing the 12 inches wide section to get to the top rock--the pictures don't tell the whole story. The adrenaline and challenge sure bring out some funny emotions though.

A bit too windy for comfort

Today, our editor, bless her, has selected the swamp hike. What is she thinking? We’ll let you know next time.

Cheers,

Jenni and Jeffrey