We, meaning the ladies and I and a few little ones, embarked on our second epic East Coast trail hike last Sunday morning onto Cobbler Path.
A 4kms and change hike into awesomeness that can only be described as steep and climby and a wee bit sweary. Although it wasn’t raining…it was foggy, instead. Newfoundland weather never disappoints.
See over the cliff? That’s the ocean. See it? IT’S RIGHT THERE!
So foggy, I couldn’t see the ocean…which was a bummer because who doesn’t like to see the ocean? AND, we had to walk/hike/climb and of course, swear up the long stairs onto a steep cliff to look down and see…nothingness. White nothingness. Ugh. At least we got through it…with a balancing act of epic proportions, I might add.
WHERE ARE THE DAMNED RAILINGS?!!
The last pics are the artwork we found on the buildings just as we were heading out of Red Cliff.
They are waiting for me to cross the rocks and water. Smartasses.
Graceful as fuck. Again.
We are happy we are not lost in the fog…BTW…THERE’S THE OCEAN IN THE BACKGROUND. WE FOUND IT.
Wow…a wee bit sweary, but interesting for sure…
Our next adventure we are expecting to see actual vistas…and scenes. And hopefully each other at some point. One of the ladies is hoping there will be railings on the stairs, but I’m not holding my breath.
So, the ladies have decided to try to conquer some of the East Coast Trails this summer and I decided in my infinite wisdom to join them. We attempted one of the ‘easier’ trails on Saturday amidst the rain and muck and slippery-as-fuck rocks. Did I say I ‘attempted’ the trail? Yeah.
The cliff of no return
Graceful as fuck
I’m over here!
As you can see by the photos, I’m not only waaaay behind ALL of them, I’m also as graceful as fuck when crossing the streams and smooth as silk rocks that beg you to just TRY to pirouette over them without slamming your face into theirs. Seriously, East Coast Trail Association…your definition of ‘easy’ is so very different than mine.
Also, notice the sky high cliffs with the death-drops that defy anyone to take a jump and actually live to tell about it. Bestie is not allowed to work at the suicide hotline after saying she could give tips if someone really wanted to be done away with life. “I could just tell them where the best cliff is to make sure they’re not coming back. No question on that one. Oooh…just look at that drop! There’s NO WAY your face will be recognizable after that!” See? She is your go-to girl for maps on telling life to take a flying leap…literally.
I’m expecting the next adventure to be just as ‘fun’ as this one. It was enjoyable, except for the ‘wait for me’ and ‘do we have to cross that rushing water again?’ moments. I’m just glad I didn’t have to pee.
Here are the links where to find the trails and the descriptions of each one. If you’re out this way this summer, take on a trail but be prepared. Take water, snacks, maps and maybe somebody who is sturdy on their feet.