The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Done (Conclusion)

Okay, so while I’d love to pen the next The Illyiad, I have decided to forego the Homeric prose and tell y’all about the conclusion of my 9-day hiking trip Cafe-styles.

As you know from the intro post (that was Freshly Pressed!), I had already managed to injure my knee on Day One of our hike. What you don’t know is that two others in our group had also pulled or strained some body part or another before the second day’s end, so that we were all crawling along at a snail’s pace and nowhere near reaching our intended campsite.

It was that night that we all somberly realized that the trip could come to an end the very next morning. There was no point going on if we couldn’t move faster than dying turtles.

The saddest part was that the life-sucking, injury-inducing two days of hiking we had endured was supposedly the easiest part of the whole loop. Our fourth comrade (the non-injured one) had done this trail before and assured us that it was only getting harder from here on out.

So it was the morning of Day Three. We were all still in pretty bad shape. We decided that the first hour of hiking would be our test. It started off rough, but we kept going and nobody wanted to be the one to back down.

So the next thing we knew, we were at “the hard part.” And at this point, there was no turning back.

The part of the trail that will forever live on in my memory is what I’ve named The Descent From Hell. It was basically many, many, many feet of extremely steep, at times almost vertical, descent with sharp, jagged rocks scattered all along down the slope. It had been raining non-stop for the past couple of hours which was making things even more dangerous and slippery.

I’m normally a pretty tough cookie, but I was honestly holding back tears on my way down. The worst part is when it feels like half an hour just passed to advance ten steps, and then you look down to the bottom and realize how many more painstaking, stomach-churning “half hours” you have left to go.

My fear of heights and the pack that felt like it could easily throw me off balance and hurtling down the slope was probably what made this descent feel a hundred times worse for me.

It was at this point that I knew this trip would be the hardest thing I’d ever do.

But what I love about these mental challenges is that it gives you so much strength for all of the other hard things that come up unexpectedly along life’s path. And really, after that, nothing on the trip seemed as insurmountable.

By day four, I think all of us had found our groove. We had each figured out the best ways to navigate the terrain, we knew what hours of hiking would feel like, and we had built confidence in ourselves and our team.

There was so much beauty to see, that I couldn’t understand why other hikers we met along the way were attempting the loop in two or three days! (Never mind why they’d want to, the thought of how they were going to was mind-boggling). There was so much to enjoy and savour that I don’t think I’d ever want to do the trail in less than nine days.

Those never-ending uphills felt so worth it when you got to another amazing view. And even until the last day, there was always something new to see — like the “quartzite highways”, The Lord of the Rings-like scenery, and the Jurassic Park forest.

We met many hikers during our journey — many more than we had anticipated. But then again, since we were moving at a senile pace it was no wonder that everyone starting before us was lapping us! While being in solitude for most of the trip was nice, it was great to meet and share stories with our fellow campers.

The last few days brought us sunshine and a day of much-needed rest. As our packs got lighter and we became acclimatized to our daily routine, we were finally able to pick up the pace!

Nine days is a long time to be out there and things that I didn’t know could hurt — like my elbows, of all things — hurt. But I loved (almost) every moment of this crazy hike and at times just felt so elated and fortunate to be out there. I’m looking forward to the next one!

– Cafe <3

If you didn’t answer the question on the first post: What’s the hardest thing you’ve done (physically and/or mentally)?

The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Done

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This epic adventure of our four young heroes begins on a gloomy, overcast morning.
The fifth of their band had fallen from the ranks.
Even Charlie, the Australian Shepherd, was to deny them his companionship on the long journey ahead.

Alas, the four heroes would march forth, a united army,
Into what was foretold to be days of thunderous storms and merciless showers.

Survival comes at a price, weighing heavily on their backs.
Our heroes enter the dark forests of Killarney,
Like knights forging into the abyss of battle.
How will they persevere for nine days when the first hour begs for relief?

The constant, piercing pain in their shoulders was unprepared for;
Every footstep on the uneven, rocky path becomes akin to lifting lead.
Did our heroes expect too much?
Delude themselves into believing that they were worthy of winning this war?

There is a momentary reprieve in the sojourn
As our band of ravenous travellers stop to refuel.
Chief’s succulent veal roast is devoured like The Last Supper.
A mountain of fluffy white rice nurses the mind’s wounds back to health.

Merry as elves, stomachs content with the feast,
Our heroes take up their pilgrimage once more.
Yet, what is said to take one hour extends into two for our weary crew.
Then, the first of them is hit.

Big J’s knee, giving way to the unforgiving terrain, waves the white flag.
Agony stretched across her face,
She attempts bravery in the midst of falling arrows,
Her comrades patch her up and again, they roar on.

Finally, as the merciful mirage appears to the worn desert travellers,
The sign to their first night’s home beckons.
After a few wrong turns and balancing perilously on narrow ridges,
Our exhausted heroes stumble into an oasis.

The fight is not over; it has only begun.
They know the worst awaits them in the mountains,
Like the sleeping dragon that will surely awake when neared.
Will our heroes survive and slay the beast?

Stay tuned …

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done (physically and/or mentally)? Why was it the “hardest thing”?

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What’s up?! Okay, for those of you who are like, What has happened to Cafe and why is she talking like Shakespeare??? I thought that writing about my hiking trip adventures in the style of this week’s Writing Challenge by The Daily Post would be so much fun! I really did feel like this was an epic tale and seriously the hardest thing I’ve ever done, at least physically (but mentally, it was up there too!)

So I hope you enjoyed it and if you want to hear about the rest of the trip in this epic prose (hehe), holla in the comment box!

– Cafe <3

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