Hiking is to Brittany ‘as’ digging for lice is to monkeys. I love to hike. Every aspect about hiking is appealing to me. I love to be outside, I love the low impact steep climbs, I love being within nature, and I love exploring. Although, I would be lying if I said the wildlife didn’t spook me at times. One time I was hiking with my best friend and she kept talking about cougars. A few moments later I heard a loud *CRACK* and I was OFF! I ran faster than I knew possible. You would have thought that the ice cream man was slipping away from my reach. I swore she was behind me…maybe not. This is beside the point thought, I just love to hike!
This past week Manfriend and I found ourselves in the middle of the Olympic Mountains. It was time for a new location that neither of us had hiked. We ended up hiking a trail called Lower Big Quilcene Trail. The trail itself was gorgeous. The incline could have been better, but the mini waterfalls around every corner made up for the lack of hills.
I’ve hiked a handful of times with Manfriend, and he always comes prepared. We have our food, water, emergency supplies, and anything else necessary for a hike. It’s safe to say he makes me feel calm when my imagination plays out images of wild saber tooth cougars and woolly mammoth bears attacking us. My parents let me watch too much Discovery Channel when I was younger.
This hike was never silent. I don’t mean there was a bird chirping here and there, I mean there was never a moment where the air was completely still without any apparent noise. This is why.
This river was LOUD! In a good way. It varied in loudness depending where we were on the trail. It was a calming sound. So calming I knew it was the place (actually it wasn’t my idea) to eat my five star lunch. There is a certain item all classy young women pack for themselves and for their mates while on a mountain wilderness trek.
Classic PB&J for a classy couple. I am obsessing over PB&J’s right now. Not the normal “eat one every day” I mean I will want multiple PB&J sandwiches every day. It’s most definitely an addiction.
Besides the monster killer slugs on the trail that made me scream like a baby shot with porcupine quills, there was one particular flower that popped up all over the place.
Such a dainty little flower. This was a new one to me, and I thought about snapping a picture every time I passed one. All of a sudden Manfriend said, “I wonder what kind of flower this is, I should look it up in my identification book.”
Did you just: A.) Talk about the very flower I have been wondering about. and B.) Say that you have an identification book for the wilderness? SWOON. Moments upon arriving home after our wonderful 8 mile hike my Manfriend sits on his bed (before showering, before eating, before speaking) and grabs one of MANY wilderness and hiking books. Allow me to tell you exactly what this flower is called.
This three pronged beauty would be known as the Trillium ovatum, or Western Trillium. A member of the lily family. Who needs school when you can have books like this!? I can quit my job and live in the woods identifying EVERYTHING. People will refer to me as the wild wilderness woman, or W to the third power. Thank you boyfriend wilderness nerd, you get better every day.
Q: Do you ever wonder what wildlife items are? Do you ever look them up after your hike? OR better yet, do you ever KNOW what something is based off of your knowledge? My younger brother knows a lot of trees, bushes and flowers. While hiking one day my dad would ask him random questions about the wildlife and he almost always answered correctly. I finally had to slip him a $5 to get him to stop being so smart, he was making me look bad. He was 8.