The previous few days I had been rather lazy. Kevin was snorkeling more than I was, and I felt like we should tackle something a little more energetic.
So we decided to go for a hike to the Annaly tidal pools. I have always liked tidal pools, where marine life excitedly deals with changes in water depth, usually without quite as much wave disruption as farther out at sea.
We ate breakfast, filled our water bottle, grabbed a few snacks, and drove off. We found the trailhead relatively easily.
Now I was just plain stupid. I was envisioning a ... a really nice trail. Like, a wide trail, with gravel or, better yet, boardwalk.
Instead, we were confronted with a really narrow trail, which started through tall grass. A young man who pointed us in the right direction eyed me dubiously and said, "That's quite a hike."
Why oh why didn't we just turn tail and run right then and there?
But no, we marched off. And the trail was up hills and down hills, over roots and under branches. It was hot. Very hot. It was sticky. Very sticky.
It was a very tiring walk of 2.7 miles.
So once we got to the tidal pools, we faced the long hike back.
The tidal pools themselves were, frankly, not that wonderful! There were some tidal pools and they had fish and crabs, but we saw those right outside our cottage door on the beach! There was absolutely NO need to torture ourselves so!
The waves crashing on the beach were, admittedly rather neat. Much higher waves than near our cottage.
Finally, after an hour of exploring (and procrastinating) we started back.
It was really really really tiring. I was really really really tired. I about fell over at more than one point but the reality was, I couldn't just stop! We had to make it to the car.
My muscles and my brain argued about it but in the end, we made it back.
5.4 miles round trip. Ugh.
Kevin took me home and I curled up in a fetal position on the bed.