Today my Gluteus maximus hurts, cause – numb icy toes, slippery rocks in the stream and my never ending pre-disposition to be caught up in the fantasy land I’m walking through and capturing every moment that I can. Which resulted in not only once, but twice in landing in the water with my backside meeting some rather large pointy rocks, the bruises will heal and simply means I get to spend the next few days recalling how amazing the hike up the stream was.
As I headed up the Blakeburn Road, recalling so many discoveries in these hills the last few years, still utterly amazed at each new hidden relic I find. I quickly made my way off of the Loadstone FSR to Arrastra Creek FSR, then down to the bridge below. As I made my descent, the familiar outline of Lover’s Leap could be seen high above against the mountains side. I parked to the side, surrounded by tantalizing wild raspberries and thimble berries, perfectly ripe and fit for melting on my tongue.
Distance to the intended destination, directly up the creek a bit less than 800 meters. Caught up in the ideas of what may still be there, are the rumors true? Will I find carts still connected to each other hanging precariously on something? What will it be like to stand beneath Lover’s Leap staring up at it from below?