I have made three different attempts to find the trailhead for this particular crag, and today–equipped with a couple of reliable leads, my two sons and I finally found it. To be honest, the trailhead was so obvious and so well-marked, it was somewhat embarrassing that I’ve overlooked it three times. Guaranteed though: we will be down this way again!
The hike down was quite nice, about half of it running beside the Little Wilson Creek with its multiple waterfalls. And the crag itself is really fun as well–big blocks of granite with interesting route lines, and at a grade that we can all climb.
The rock was pretty wet still from the steady rain we had all day on Thursday–which made for beautiful falls, but not such great climbing. In fact, we only climbed two routes, and my younger boy passed entirely. Then we took our sandwiches over to a rock slab in the middle of the creek and had a lazy lunch.
What kept dawning on me all morning at the crag–and later in the day, when I dropped the boys off at a trout lake to spend a couple of hours fishing–was that everything around me was going to be in my backyard in just a few weeks.
I’ve spent more than half of my life living in one major metropolitan area or another–and a majority of the remaining years in some flavor of suburbia. I’ve had a few friends ask me: how are you going to adjust to moving from a big city to small, rural town? I suppose I won’t know the answer until I’m in the midst of it, but for now I think my answer has to be:
Quite nicely, I believe. Thanks.
I suppose I am discovering something about myself as well. And just like Little Wilson, that trailhead has probably been just as obvious all along.