When I’m 65

Yesterday, when I was only 64 – I decided a hike would be a good way to end this year of my life. The weather was perfect and JG was willing so we spent the afternoon at Read Mountain near Roanoke.  The view from Buzzard’s Rock was especially clear on this sunny day.


Today, I turned 65!  My brother reminded me this morning that I am officially retirement age (and qualified for Medicare). Yikes! That makes me sound old!

I decided I needed a challenge to bring on this new era of my life.  For those of you who have followed me for a while, you may remember the hike that stumped me last year, Dragon’s Tooth.  Fellow hikers in the New River Valley may think I’m a wimp because kids, dogs, and people of all ages do this hike.  Plus, it was especially important to me to conquer this hike, since my daughter got engaged at the top of this mountain.


We did not announce that we were going to attempt this again, I didn’t want to have to admit failure twice.  We managed to get much further this time – all the way to this:


the narrow path to the left, going straight up, was the first time I thought about turning back.  It turned out, this wasn’t even the toughest portion.

At one point I stopped and told JG to go on without me – the climb was steep and narrow and I was hugging rocks and freaking out.  As he took off, I sat there thinking “Are you kidding me? He just left me here on my birthday??”  Then I started tearing up, and then I took a deep breath and decided I was not going to let this mountain defeat me again.

Guess what?  I made it!


It’s better to be a warrior than a wimp.


That’s JG with his Perrier (I know, seriously?)

I can now say I have hiked Dragon’s Tooth, but this is a “one and done” do not ask me to go back, because the answer will be – no thanks.

JG took the day off to spend my birthday with me – what a great present to complete this hike with the one I love!


Hey, 65’s not so bad after all!


Sunny Sunday on the AT

After enduring a couple of brutally windy March days (in like a lion), we took advantage of the sunny, crisp Sunday and headed out on the Appalachian Trail towards Hay Rock/Carvin Cove.  The 8 mile round trip is a really beautiful hike.  Once you climb the 1640 feet elevation gain, you are mostly on a ridge.  There are several overlooks along the way.  With the sky as blue as could be, we got some good shots.


There were definitely some obstacles due to recent winds.  We found ourselves climbing over, under, around and through.


But we made our way to the Hay Rock in just under 3 hours, with a few stops along the way.


Not sure how JG got these birds to pose for him.


After all the short hikes I’ve done lately, this one really taxed my body.  Going down is always more painful.  But, spending time with the one I love in the beautiful outdoors, made it all worthwhile.




Sometimes the hardest part of the hike is getting the selfie.  Yesterday, there were seven of us, and trying to get a shot where we can see all faces can be a challenge.

The hike to Buffalo Mountain is one that I’ve done many times.  The hike itself is not my favorite – it’s very short and not very challenging, but the vista is probably one of the best in this area.  After last week’s hike, I thought these warriors deserved a break, so short hike/great view it was.


As usual, pictures don’t do it justice.

We had the mountain to ourselves, so we stayed up there and enjoyed it for almost an hour.


Such an incredibly blue sky, another beautiful February day, it was so relaxing and peaceful to be there.

My inspiration of the day came from a woman who has been hiking with me for a couple of years.  I remember when we first started hiking, Joanne was afraid to get a good look, because she had a fear of heights (much like I did in the beginning).  But yesterday, she climbed out on the rocks, looked over the edge and maneuvered her way around like a pro.  She’s amazing!


My little group keeps growing, and I’m inspired by the enthusiasm, the perseverance, and the joy that we all get from being together.

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Spring came early!

When Mother Nature gifts you with a perfect Spring day in the middle of February, you have to jump on it.  And that’s just what my Wandering Divas did yesterday.


I’ve been putting off the hike to Angels Rest on the Appalachian Trail, until I was sure we were ready.  This is a challenging climb – 1.7 miles with an elevation gain of 2000 ft.  It is not for novices.

It’s for warriors!


After an exhausting climb, you just want to celebrate.  It took us two hours to get to the top.

But it was worth it, as usual.



Just so you know where you are, this little angel serves as a reminder.


The best views come a little further down the path at a place called Wilburn Valley Overlook.  We took off in two groups to experience this view.  In hindsight, it’s probably better if the whole group sticks together, because as three of us were just about to reach the site, the other group phoned to see which direction to go at the fork.  We had completely missed the fork and were convinced that we had also missed the overlook.  So we told them to stay put and we walked back to them.  Oops!  We had not missed the overlook, but by the time we caught up with each other, it was 3:30 p.m.  Knowing how long it took to hike up, we decided we best get ourselves back down before the sun went behind the mountain.  We arrived back at the car right at 5:00.  Exhausted, exhilarated, and proud of our accomplishment, we rode home planning our next hike.


Whether to weather the weather

Being the leader of a women’s hiking group means you have to make decisions:  where to go, where to meet, and when to call off a hike due to weather.  After carefully checking the weather for several days, I thought today would be a good hiking day – only 20% chance of rain and temps in the 40’s.  So when I woke up this morning and heard rain falling, I jumped out of bed to check my local weather.  Whew!  It’s scheduled to stop around 8:00 a.m. and then be clear until evening.  So I sent out an email that the hike was on!

My group of seven, dwindled down to four.  Great, we all fit in one car!  But, about half way there, it began pouring, with the windshield wipers getting a great workout.  Plan B was to drive around the park and then go out for lunch.  What luck though, as we pulled into the park it cleared up.  And these brave women were off!


Though I’ve been to Hungry Mother a gazillion times, this was only my third climb to Molly’s Knob.  It is a fairly steep, steady climb to the top, so we took several breaks along the way.  Including this lookout of where we were headed, that’s Molly’s Knob.


The last half mile is the steepest – I guess you have to earn your view on this one.


It was not a great day for picture taking, but the view was really worth the climb.  Just look at these happy faces.


After a long rest, we headed back down.  We immediately picked up a strong wind, a little rain, even a piece of ice fell from somewhere, but that only lasted a few minutes and then it was pleasant.  We stopped at the lookout again and this time saw patches of blue sky.


I checked three different weather sources this morning, one of them actually mentioned freezing rain, but I knew if I could just get one more person to go with me, that I really wanted to go today!  So glad we didn’t have to cancel.

As Sir Ranulph Fiennes says:

“There is no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing.”



The Lost Girls

You would think after being on a trail 3 times in the past, that one wouldn’t have any trouble navigating that trail again (even though it was a year since the last time I was there).  But here’s the thing, if a trail is not CLEARLY marked, I can easily take the wrong path.

Today, surrounded by five fellow hikers, we took off for what should have been a short 3 mile round trip to High Rocks, in Wytheville, VA.


Smiling with anticipation: Hannah, Peggy, Cindy, me, Jan and Sharon.

Shortly into the hike, I felt like something was not right.  It’s called Sand Mountain, because there is sand on the trail, presumably from sandstone rocks.  So my first clue was that I didn’t see any sand.  I also didn’t see a road that I remembered running parallel to the trail.  And, though I do remember a lot of vegetation closing in on the trail, I did not remember all the thorny bushes that rubbed up against us as we walked on.  Finally, at one point, I convinced everyone to turn back and try again.  About half way back, we ran into 3 other hikers and we excitedly asked if they knew where the main trail was.  Unfortunately, it was their first time and they were making the same mistake as we did.  But they were young, and looked like they knew what they were doing, so we followed them.

For a while, we took turns following each other, looking for the real deal.  Jan, who came equipped with a phone app with GPS, could see our trail just to the left of where we were.  But, there was no easy way to get to it.  We had to walk through brambles, brush and all kinds of rocks and obstacles.  Finally, after many detours, we made our way to the proper trail.  I recognized it immediately and was so excited that we would not have to turn back without completing the hike.


Yay, we made it!!  Only took us a little over 2 hours and 1.5 extra miles.

But it was fun at the top, and though I’ve seen it before, it’s still fun to hang out on the rocks.


It was another beautiful, January day and I was so happy to be outside.


The trip down was much shorter.  When we got to the bottom we saw where we made our mistake.  If you go there, from the parking lot, walk between the two boulders and then go to the LEFT!  If the trail is not straight and you don’t see sand, turn around and try again.  Don’t bother looking for tree markings, there aren’t any.

For some reason, my “lost girls” were not discouraged.  We had a great time and they talked about going out again.  It’s always an adventure, and we always manage to get back home.  So I guess I’ll get busy planning the next outing.

From Trails to Streets

Thanks to social media, word spreads quickly.  You share pictures and a friend of a friend sees them and wants in.  This is the case with my women’s hiking group, A.K.A. The Wandering Diva Striders.  This week I met two new women who joined me and another relative newbie for a quick in and out on the Appalachian Trail.


That’s Sharon, Jan, me, and Ruth!

We started on Wilderness Road in Bland County and hiked North toward Dismal Falls.  There was snow on the ground, clear blue sky, and though it started out a little cool, the temps warmed up considerably before the hike was over.

We met two lone, through hikers, who were coming from the North – much respect to them for hiking the AT this time of year.  They must have some very cold nights.  Neither of them seemed to want to chat, so we just had to imagine their stories.

Thanks to Jan for this awesome shot of the blue sky.  She was breaking in her new (and first) smartphone.  Looks like a pretty decent camera.


It was fun hiking with new people and getting to know each other.  One thing we all share is our love of being out in nature.  It always amazes me how many women love to hike.


Having a lot of names on my list, means I can usually find 2 or 3 who are available at any given time.


A connector trail led us to the falls.

And they were beautiful!


If you are not a hiker, you can drive to the falls and view them from the other side.  In fact JG and I had done that on Monday.  It does offer a remarkable view.


No matter what time of year, or how you get there, these falls are worth a visit!

To top off the week, my feminist husband took me to Washington, D.C. to participate in the Women’s March.  It was an incredible day, filled with energy and hope.


Though nowhere near the crowd from last year, thousands turned out and there were some very inspiring speakers, including Virginia’s Senator Tim Kaine.

What a week!  From the trails to the streets, from winter cold and snow, to spring like temps, this year is off to a great start!

Thanks for visiting!