“Farewell,” they cried, “Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!” That is the polite thing to say among eagles.
“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks,” answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Annotated Hobbit: The Hobbit, or, There and back again
Something about the last few days has put my back into an absolute state of discomfort. I’m talking constant tight and stabbing pain. I would go to a chiropractor if I could afford one. I can’t. So I’m doing the home remedies (my preference always): yoga, heat, rolling, bath, massage.
But since riding in a Jeep was probably going to be worse that a little hike, I opted for a little hike. I struggled, struggled, to decide where to go, what to do. I needed something short, close to home, but had a place I could have a neat view where I could sit for awhile and think. And do some yoga.
So I drove up Little Park and hiked up Lunch Line, with the goal being the Eagle’s Nest. I turned on the tunes and hiked up to this height from where you can see all of the Grand Valley and most of the Monument. It looks straight down onto Andy’s, Echo Canyon.
I scramble-climbed to the top and stood there enjoying the view, contemplating life and the pain in my back and whether I should jog down or walk or…. hey! I wasn’t the only one up here! When I looked to the NW I saw the profile of two more people (AKA “peeps”). This actually surprised me. They were over by Free Lunch. Without bikes. Just standing there. What kind of people just hike up here to look around and….stand here…um. Yeah. Like I was doing.
Embarrassed, I hoped down and started jogging. Not my typical blazing DH run, but light and fast and oh my poor poor back. I did jump out of the way for a climbing cyclist- brave man, I was so proud of him. Plus, he had a beard.
I made it down to the Jeep without mishap and drove anther bit up the road to take in the view of Andy’s from the other side. It was beautiful. Enjoy the pictures-