My dad and I hiked Sharp Top the day after Thanksgiving amidst the masses who also decided that it was a perfect day for a hike. It was my second time doing this little (but steep!) hike, but my dad had never been there before and wanted to go. The hike was much like I remembered it, although my dad berated me for not giving him ample preparation on the steepness of the hike. Isn't it funny how things tend to get lost in translation? Regardless, we both had a good time despite the hoards of people. I like people. I really do. But by god - I don't understand the sheer lack of etiquette that people continuously employ. I encountered a handful of (older) children who insisted on following six inches behind my heels on the way down the icy path (presumably in an effort to make me speed up or somehow get around me). They were like untrained puppies who bounce behind you as you open the front door just waiting for the opportunity to shoot out the door ahead of you. Except they weren't untrained puppies. They were untrained children. As I waited for them to ask to pass me instead of merely invading my personal space, they joked about the number of wipeouts each had had while on the walk. Beautiful. I climbed out of the way to let them pass.
But I really shouldn't complain - overall it was a nice hike on a nice day and my dad and I had some very enjoyable bonding time. Even the dog had fun.
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| Boo enjoys the view |
