山谷间的神雕侠侣(w English)
The hiking team falls apart now. How I miss the good old days when a goup of more than 10 people hiked together, talked at our will and laughed to our hearts' content. The happiness, coupled with the mountain scenery and its scent, will be forever etched on my mind, and kept in the memory lanes as we march on in our life journey.
Waking up to a foggy morning, my husband and I decided to hike Black Star Canyon, a place we visisted once but never finished. It was a beautiful morning. When we parked outside the canyon, a half moon was on the morning sky, luscious and serene, with the valley underneath covered in green. Our destination today is the remote waterfall. Though it is only 6.8 miles round trip, the 4.1 miles leading to the waterfall are full of big rocks with the steams meandering through in the middle. It consumed us three hours to finish the trail in the end. At certain routes, we are like the trail brazers, groping for the way up, using our hands, butt, and whatever is reachable in sight, rocks, vines and tree root, etc. As steep as it is rugged, it involves a lot of big rock climbing and jumping, and it asks quite some attention to navigate for the best route. Every muscle of mine was seemingly in active use. Ginger as I am, I still slipped and fell to the ground four times (my neck hurts now). It is the most daunting and audacious hike I have ever had in the past three years.