Joe
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- Sep 30, 2012
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I live just a stone's throw from the Grove Creek Trailhead - about 3/4 mile. Close enough that a car isn't even needed to begin the hike as long as one does not mind the first 500 feet in elevation gain on city streets.
I set out for a hike up Grove Creek today about 11:30 or so, and even drove to the trailhead this time. Those familiar with the trail will know the location of the memorial bench, bridge, and falls. I always try to make it at least this far, and depending on time, I'll cross the bridge and head up to Indian Springs. The bridge is about 2 miles or so from the trailhead with about 1500 foot elevation gain over those two miles.
It wasn't meant to be today. I scarcely made it past the overlook at the first switchback and felt a bit nauseated. Rested for a minute. A sudden urge to 'go' certainly didn't help the situation. Though I carry necessities on my hikes, there is little area for any privacy on this trail, so I decided my only recourse was to head back to the trailhead. I really didn't feel motivated to continue at this point.
Really a shame to acknowledge defeat on a relatively simple hike, especially considering a hike I've done countless times. I did so well the past two Saturdays hiking and fishing with a coworker in the Uintas, I never would have thought I'd experience difficulty on this particular hike.
I'm often becoming more self conscious of my age. At 49, I hope I still have many more years to enjoy these mountains, but sometimes I wonder.
I set out for a hike up Grove Creek today about 11:30 or so, and even drove to the trailhead this time. Those familiar with the trail will know the location of the memorial bench, bridge, and falls. I always try to make it at least this far, and depending on time, I'll cross the bridge and head up to Indian Springs. The bridge is about 2 miles or so from the trailhead with about 1500 foot elevation gain over those two miles.
It wasn't meant to be today. I scarcely made it past the overlook at the first switchback and felt a bit nauseated. Rested for a minute. A sudden urge to 'go' certainly didn't help the situation. Though I carry necessities on my hikes, there is little area for any privacy on this trail, so I decided my only recourse was to head back to the trailhead. I really didn't feel motivated to continue at this point.
Really a shame to acknowledge defeat on a relatively simple hike, especially considering a hike I've done countless times. I did so well the past two Saturdays hiking and fishing with a coworker in the Uintas, I never would have thought I'd experience difficulty on this particular hike.
I'm often becoming more self conscious of my age. At 49, I hope I still have many more years to enjoy these mountains, but sometimes I wonder.
