Have you ever done a thing that you weren't expecting to do, and the thing ends up being amazing? Or you have low expectations that are way exceeded, like, way?
This past weekend, we took a quick camping trip, not really expecting anything special. The whole thing was sort of born out of, "well, we haven't been camping in a while...", like we needed to change the oil or something.
We'd heard of Black Canyon of the Gunnison, but had never been there, and Magnum managed to find an available camping spot, so we reserved it and made plans to go. Surprisingly, the whole fam was available and willing.
So we got there late Saturday, and no one really knew anything about it.
Me: I thought you had researched this place
Chaco: I don't know anything about it, I thought you and Dad researched it
Magnum: I saw it on a map of Colorado...
Wolfgang: I googled some images last night after you said where we were going...
So, the clueless went camping. Bottom line? Sometimes that can be the best way to go and be pleasantly surprised!
But I'll skip the campground, because that was nothing to blog anywhere about. But the canyon!
Oh. My. God.
We got to the campground and found a trail that followed the rim of the canyon, so we could look down into it.
But we were still clueless about the place. Was it possible we could GO down into it?
There are a number of steep trails that take hikers down to the canyon bowels. They have names like "S.O.B. Draw" and "Devil's Backbone" and "Long Draw," formerly known as "Devil's Slide".
We chose the one that looked the most friendly, because we'd been clueless and because of Magnum's knees.
And it was way fun and amazing and exceeded our expectations. Surprise weekend fun. The trail was about a mile long with a vertical drop of 1800 feet.
It was quite steep, but with plenty of large rocks and tree roots to get footing on, unlike much of the other trails, which aren't all that well marked and are loaded with scree.
Plus, about a third of the way down was an 80 ft. long chain to help keep us from plummeting to our deaths through a particularly steep portion.
So it was actually quite fun getting down there, and of course, the views were extraordinary
"kicked my ass"
He's usually the master of preparation as well as Mr. Worst Case Scenario, so this sort of thing was outside his comfort zone for a number of reasons. He was betting on us dying from heat exhaustion and/or dehydration.
I assured him that we would not.
...since the fall would probably kill us.