This Easter break I was fortunate enough to spend some time with one of my favorite people. She was receptive to exploring nearby Braddock’s Trail. I had no idea this path existed, but I’m so glad to know it now.
The sun was shining when we arrived, and Britt kept asking if I was sure I wanted to do this. It was about 80F, a surprisingly warm mid April day. I kept thinking that we were going to be in the woods, but the canopy really hadn’t sprouted yet. It was decidedly warm.
The trail we chose (there are 5) was the wildflower trail. It did not disappoint.
We were hiking mostly downhill, the map reminding us of how steep some of the terrain is. “We will have to climb back up,” she reminded me. We kept going.
And this was at the end of the trail.
I tried not to panic on the way back up. Every so often, I would recognize a long boulder, a carved tree, a painted rock. It did seem to take much longer to climb back up than it did to climb down.
But we did make it back to the car just before the thunderstorm struck.