My son and his family were here in Texas this weekend from California and one of the things they wanted to do was hike to the top of Enchanted Rock.
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Here’s a short video from the Texas Parks and Wildlife department:
Seven of our four adult, four kids and one grandma party of climbers decided to take the vertical attack in ascending the dome.
Two of us, my daughter-in-law and I, otherwise known as The Lame and The Halt, opted for a modified switch-back approach at about the three-quarters point in the climb.
My DIL suffers from a knee injury that causes her knee to sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies when she walks, and I have plantar fasciitis (heel pain) in one foot, with a little tarsal tunnel syndrome thrown in for added enjoyment.
We were traversing in a more diagonal fashion back and forth across the face of the rock instead of climbing straight up and it wasn’t long before we realized that we’d lost sight of the rest of our little group.
At that point we couldn’t see the top of the dome. We looked around us and saw no other climbers below us either.
It was just us chickens.
This must be how the Donner Party felt.
Finally we saw two women walking down from the summit and I asked them if the end was in sight.
One said, “Oh, there’s a flat area and then it’s just a little more after that!”
Her companion said, “You’ve got a long way to go.”
Great. An optimist and a pessimist out on a hike together.
But we did manage to get to the top not too long after everybody else and I have to admit the views were spectacular.