There’s a big problem with doing long dayhikes to spectacular destinations: not enough time. Sure, there’s enough hours to grind out the miles, but there’s just not enough time to properly soak up the surroundings. Gotta keep moving to make it home at a decent hour.
For me, it’s especially irksome to return to the car, because I generally lug a heavy pack with plenty of gear to spend the night: sleeping bag, tent, foam pad, stove, food, clothes, so on and so on. I’ve often been strongly tempted to call in sick with my cell phone. “Cough cough. Sneeze sneeze. I don’t feel good today – better not come in.”
So it was at Robin Lake. I dozed in the warm afternoon sun listening to the trout splashing at the surface of the sapphire blue water. I opened my eyes to scan the white granite cliffs for mountain goats. We saw some on the trail, maybe there would be more…
“Do we have to go now?”
“Yeah, we should go,” I replied, knowing full well that we should’ve headed back 20 minutes ago.
“We better go.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
“…just five more minutes.”
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