I've posted a few times before about Sycamore Canyon. I've walked part of the trail a few times, and even biked the whole 9 miles once before. But last Friday marked the first time I ever hiked the whole thing.
My sister and I spent our afternoon singing Disney songs (mostly Pocahontas) at the top of our lungs, as we wound our way through the hills toward the beach. Even though I am still sore, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
After almost four hours in the canyon, we froze our rear-ends off at the beach waiting for our ride. Which ended up being ok, because hot turkey noodle soup and hot chocolate and a hot tub were all waiting for us at home. Adventure days are always the best kind of days.