On Saturday, the June family set out on a low-key hike along a new equestrian trail in an effort to cure our acute case of spring fever. About a mile into the hike and several scrapes and twisted ankles later, my husband and I began to wonder what we’d gotten ourselves into.
We took turns carrying our four-year-old on our backs; her legs were too short to navigate most of the uneven terrain and fallen trees. I suggested turning back but, for my husband, this man vs. forest conflict had become personal and he was determined to make it through.
We came out the other side about two hours later feeling like Grizzly Adams. We all collapsed at the trail’s end, where the following sign welcomed us: “Warning. Trail not maintained over winter; use at your own risk.”