This post is by our dear friend Pam Layton who tells us about her recent adventure on Old Rag.
Old Rag…..what an experience. It took three hours uphill to get to the top, definitely a test of strength. In a way, making our way to the top, is like our journey of life! Getting closer and closer to the top, the terrain was more difficult to climb. As we came across many rocks and boulders, slippery spots and such, thank goodness the trail was marked really well. There were a few forks in the trail, but knowing which way to go was not too difficult. Being at the top, it was so beautiful and most of all peaceful. I would have loved to stay for hours and relax on the rocks and not have any worries. It would be a perfect place to talk to the Father and spend time.
Getting down the mountain was a lot tougher than I thought it would be. It was quite the hike. I was fortunate enough to spend time with my mother –in –law for the trip down. She had a great idea. When we got to the creek we stopped and took our socks & shoes off to cool our feet off in the ice cold water. The creek felt awesome on our worn out feet. It was a numbing kind of cold, though. Once we started walking again, my feet felt better for a short time. Finally getting to the bottom was an accomplishment.