This past weekend my sisters and I decided we want to get away and have some fun. I’ve been dying to go hiking somewhere in North Carolina or South Carolina. I recently discovered http://www.alltrails.com they have hundreds of trails listed in any city or country. You can either type in the specific city you are going to, or if you’re unsure you can search by state. I searched by state, and then I filtered my search to hikes that had at least 3 stars, moderate to hard in difficulty, and that included a lookout or waterfall. I discovered Hanging Rock State Park. It’s about an hour north of Greensboro, NC. A new adventure awaits. Read more
Woke up at 3:30 am East Coast time, boarded the plane at 4:45, and I was California bound once again. I arrived in San Diego at 9:30 am Pacific Time, and Zach and I were already trying to figure out what adventure to begin next. Our love for hiking has grown so much since he has moved here. He told me about this of this “off the path” trail with a waterfall that he had heard about. I love waterfalls and being from the east coast that’s all my family did on vacations when I was growing up… hiking to waterfalls. The hike was called 3 Sisters Waterfall Trail, so Zach, Brad (Zach’s brother), and I got ready and set off on an adventure.
Driving to the trail was mostly curvy back roads, once we got about 10 miles from the trail we hit a dirt road, and at this point we had only hoped that we were going in the right direction. There were about 10 cars at the trail head, so to me that seemed promising. I had read that the trail was only about 3 miles. 3 miles! I run 3 miles a couple times a week, how hard could it be? Oh I was so wrong. Read more
A month ago I made my first trip to see Zach since he moved to San Diego, California. This wasn’t my first trip to Cali, but it was my first trip specifically to San Diego. Have you ever heard people talking about how great California is? Yep, they’re right. It’s absolutely amazing. The weather, the atmosphere, the location… all great! 10 days in Cali, here I come.
The trip started out disastrous. My flight out of ILM was scheduled to leave at 5:30pm on Thursday, and I didn’t leave until 3:30pm on Friday. I finally got in around 8:40pm which was 11:40pm EST. I was exhausted, however I woke up around 7:30 to go for a 4 mile run. Zach told me that he lived a few blocks from the beach. I set out to go find it. I faintly remember the previous night him telling the main road that leads to the beach. I made it about 1/2 a mile when I decided to ask a stranger the direction to the beach… well it was 180 degrees the opposite direction. Eureka! I made it to the beach, and sure enough it was almost a mile from Zach’s house. This was the view…