Traditionally I spend Sundays dreading Mondays, and it is inevitably ruined by the knowledge that I have to set an alarm clock and get back to the grind. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not my job that gives me this feeling, it has been my reaction to Sundays since grade school. But this past Sunday I have to say, I really enjoyed. A group of girl friends and I went up to Rattlesnake Ledge, a 4 mile roundtrip hike right past North Bend.
It started with a spontaneous Facebook post midweek, spurred by the desire to keep my resolution and continue to “discovering Washington one weekend at a time.” I had never been to Rattlesnake Ledge and invited others to join via Facebook. I received responses from three girls that I had never been hiking with before, a different mix of gals that don’t hang out too often and the result was a pink parade up Rattlesnake Ledge and a spectacular afternoon.
We started up the crowded trail at a good pace, felt a nice burn, but we were able to be chatty. It was fantastic learning about the recent developments in all of these ladies lives. It’s about a thousand mile or so elevation gain.
We reached the top and were rewarded with a spectacular view of a lake the Snoqualmie Valley, including Mt. Si and Rattlesnake Lake. We stopped for a snack and snapped some photos on top of the gigantic rock and this is where the real fun began. Along the trail, we encountered a very friendly gentleman in his 50’s who was eager to share his suggestions for photo opportunities and extra adventure. I’m not sure how, but he convinced me to A. Jump off of a rock for a picture and B. Crawl down into a rock cave. The rock jump resulted in me falling flat on my bum in front of more than a dozen fellow hikers and no photo. Apparently, I was so spry it was hard to capture me air born. Naturally, I HAD to try again. This again ended unsuccessfully with this photo and scrapped hands.
And off course the same gentleman also convinced us to do a little rock climbing underneath the lookout point…not really sure why I thought that this would be a good idea, considering the whole jumping off of a rock routine. But never the less, my friend and I went for it.
I got about half way and wanted to turn back because there was a steep jump down that I pictured ending badly. It was wet and mossy with very little places to grab onto. However, the extremely friendly gentleman offered to lend a helping hand. And when I say a hand, I mean a hand. He jumped below and said he would help me and make sure I wouldn’t fall. I nervously tried to gain my footing and realized that this gentleman had comfortably grabbed a hold of my derrière for support. I didn’t really know how to react considering that my life was in his hands (ok, maybe not my life, but it would have been a nasty fall), so I concluded that his helpful hand was warranted?? After finally mastering that step, we realized that getting out would be equally as challenging. Of course, the kind gentleman was eager to help two damsels in distress yet again. All in all it was much appreciated, and friendly gentleman, if you are reading this, we did appreciate your help and realize your intentions were probably pure. : )
Once we wrapped up, we headed down the trail and rewarded ourselves with lunch. It really is amazing how a trail, a view and some gals in pink can really hold the key to salvaging Sunday.