Last night I hiked Mount Alice with my trusty dog. It was my third day of not running after my oh-so-clumsy fall on Lost Lake Trail Sunday and I was restless and crazy with the need To Move.
My foot and knee were still too tender to run, so I thought: Well, why not climb a mountain instead?
At 8 p.m. I loaded my trembling dog (she hates riding in the car when we drive over bumps, and the poor thing stands in the back, her legs a-shaking) and headed to the trailhead.
The Mt. Alice trail is kinda hidden along the side of Nash Road, and the cool thing is that most people, except for locals, don't even know that it's there. So it never becomes overpopulated with tourists slipping around in flip-flops and designer jeans.
The beginning is spruce forest: Ahhhh .....
It goes gradually up and up and up until you hit the treeline, and OMG, the views, especially in the evening twilight, are amazing.
Up farther, and the bay came into view. I love, love, love the silver colors. It just does something to me.
And last but not least, my fearless companion (imitating Rin-Tin-Tin, no doubt) on the ridge before the final push to the top.
Today I get to run for the first time in four days. I Can. Not. Wait.
Have a good one, everybody.