This past week, I went on a solo hike in the Black Hills. The Hills were calling to my adventurous spirit, and I could not resist the opportunity to find a random trail and enjoy the outdoors! I left my sister's house and just drove deep into the hills looking for a sign pointing to a trail.
Like I said before, I had to overcome some fears on this trail. I discovered that I have a fear of heights, or maybe a fear of falling. I learned that in Romania while caving in a deep cave and climbing a cliff.
Along the trail there were several foot bridges. Really just planks of wood crossing the river. No hand rails. No stability. And rarely were they straight. Wobble wobble.
& I was terrified!
I almost turned around when I saw the first one. But I crossed it & survived.
I almost turned around when I saw the second one. But I crossed it & survived. (But first I slid on the ice before the bridge & fell on my butt).
I SERIOUSLY almost turned around when I saw the third one. But I crossed it & survived.
--- then I had to turn around and do it all because it was time to go home....
But I survived!
There was a bunch of different terrain: ice, snow, rock, & wood foot bridge.There were some awesome views, as you can tell. And for the middle of January, the weather was lovely! I wore yoga pants & a sweatshirt & earwarmers & my new headphones from Christmas. I'm so glad I was able to take this solo adventure & take this winter hike.