So I went on an impromptu hiking adventure today.
And Nicole wanted pictures for proof, so
Nikki from work and I went to Rotary Park, which is the road on the right just before you get to Payless on Rt. 60 for those of you around here, and sludged around. And omg, soreness. *whimper* Too many hills. Too much hiking. In sandals. Feh.
This is ... some random industrial center. Fascinating, isn't it?
View of the Guyandotte bridge from between the trees.
Another view of the bridge.
All of the trees on one hillside looked like this, with the short, pointy limbs. It was terrifying. They looked like something straight out of a Disney movie, just before the witches popped up. I kept expecting the old woman from Hansel and Gretel so come out.
At some point, I became convinced we were going to die out in the middle of nowhere. I believe this eerie reminder was left by a previous unfortunate hiker. TURN BACK NOW.
Then we found this, right next to the butterfly. Yes, a completely random set of insanely steep stone steps that led to...nowhere. Well, okay, they did lead somewhere eventually, but holy shit there were a lot of stairs. I kept imagining a band of Uruk-Hai to appear, looking for the halfling.
The stairs eventually led us here, to a fire tower stuck randomly in the woods. It was awful, because there were MORE STAIRS.
At the top of the tower was a platform, maybe about twenty x twenty ft, and someone had spray painted this message on the bottom. There was a nice little heart on the left that unfortunately got cut out of view.
At least the view was really nice. I imagine it'd be nicer in the fall, but whatever.
I have no idea what that building is. I think it might be Cabell Midland, but I could be wrong.
Another view from the tower.
And I liked this because it showed a very nice curve of the river bend up near the top. It also shows how ungodly humid it was -- look at the haze! Ugh.
Oh, and at one point on our way down the hill, some weird ass horn noise kept blaring. It sounded exactly like Boromir's Horn of Gondor, which led to many jokes about "Gondor calls for aid!" and "Fuck Boromir, save the pretty Hobbitses!"
Yeah, we're really that lame.
Nikki from work and I went to Rotary Park, which is the road on the right just before you get to Payless on Rt. 60 for those of you around here, and sludged around. And omg, soreness. *whimper* Too many hills. Too much hiking. In sandals. Feh.
This is ... some random industrial center. Fascinating, isn't it?
View of the Guyandotte bridge from between the trees.
Another view of the bridge.
All of the trees on one hillside looked like this, with the short, pointy limbs. It was terrifying. They looked like something straight out of a Disney movie, just before the witches popped up. I kept expecting the old woman from Hansel and Gretel so come out.
At some point, I became convinced we were going to die out in the middle of nowhere. I believe this eerie reminder was left by a previous unfortunate hiker. TURN BACK NOW.
Then we found this, right next to the butterfly. Yes, a completely random set of insanely steep stone steps that led to...nowhere. Well, okay, they did lead somewhere eventually, but holy shit there were a lot of stairs. I kept imagining a band of Uruk-Hai to appear, looking for the halfling.
The stairs eventually led us here, to a fire tower stuck randomly in the woods. It was awful, because there were MORE STAIRS.
At the top of the tower was a platform, maybe about twenty x twenty ft, and someone had spray painted this message on the bottom. There was a nice little heart on the left that unfortunately got cut out of view.
At least the view was really nice. I imagine it'd be nicer in the fall, but whatever.
I have no idea what that building is. I think it might be Cabell Midland, but I could be wrong.
Another view from the tower.
And I liked this because it showed a very nice curve of the river bend up near the top. It also shows how ungodly humid it was -- look at the haze! Ugh.
Oh, and at one point on our way down the hill, some weird ass horn noise kept blaring. It sounded exactly like Boromir's Horn of Gondor, which led to many jokes about "Gondor calls for aid!" and "Fuck Boromir, save the pretty Hobbitses!"
Yeah, we're really that lame.