hike of death

Yesterday was basically one of the best days I have had in a while. I am in a P.E. class that usually meets for two hours by the beach, three times a week. It is a great class and I enjoy doing light to hard workouts a few times a week. Usually, I play some beach volleyball, walk up and down the beach, or jog. However, yesterday my teacher opted for everyone to meet in the hills for a "fun" hike. The weather was finally cleared up from all the clouds and rain, and I was really excited. We arrived at the meeting place and went over some administrative business and then started on our adventure.

I was in the middle of the group and after a while, my friend and I realized we were off roading. There was barely a trail/path and we were basically going vertically up the hill. It then turned into rock climbing, something I have not done in this way since I was maybe ten years old. It was a lot of work but paid off when we all made it to the huge waterfall and gorgous view of the hills to the ocean.

On the way back, Megan almost died. Haha sorry, not to laugh but now that it is over, I have to laugh. She was slipping on our way down because it was so steep and the ground was unstable. She then slid and grabbed a tree branch, doing a huge 360 degree spin and landing hard on the side of the mountain hard. We all froze, in shock, and then ran to help her because the roots she was holding on to were detaching from the ground. Thankfully, she is okay and we all made it down safely but I will never forget that hike. We were all talking about how bonding it was and how much it pushed us, us being off the path and basically climbing rocks and unstable ground, to get to the top of this waterfall. I got somewhat got over my fear of heights while hugging rocks and not looking down at the long drop it would be if I fell.