A few weeks ago, Mike and I decided to go hike A "Mountain."* It's right next to ASU's campus so we rode our bikes up there and a hiking we did go.
It's not a long hike, but the first part is just this ridiculous 60 degree incline. Walking up there, I claimed it was a 90 degree incline multiple times before announcing that no, I did not have my inhaler. What can I say? I like to live dangerously. And thankfully, I didn't really need it. No harm, no foul. Back to that incline -- people were running up and down it like it was nothing. Weren't they afraid of tripping? I was walking at a snail's pace and I was convinced I was going to trip over my own feet and tumble down.
We passed the big old ASU "A" and made our way to the top. The view is really beautiful and it's so easy to pick out Tempe landmarks ... err, bars. "Oh, there's where Shobbie's was" and "I think I can see Casey's from here!" I clearly have my priorities straight. We hung out at the top for a bit before making our way down. And coming down was much easier than going up.
Why, hello Phoenix.
I definitely want to do it again. It's a quick hike and it feels so good to accomplish something like that. Now, when I drive past it, I say out loud (Usually to myself, but occasionally to others), "Hey, I hiked that." And it's met with groans because nobody cares after the 80th time of hearing it.
*Truth be told, I have no idea where the quotes are supposed to go. It's not technically a mountain and "A" is technically not it's name, so just roll with it. The actual name is Hayden Butte, but everytime I write it, I just wanna make a butt joke about how I hiked up a butt. I am five.
Labels: hiking, outdoors