After the Rose parade had ended and we were all back at our hotel in Monrovia, settling down to rest and watch a little football, Katie texted that she and Charlie were thinking about taking a walk through a local canyon park ten minutes away. And, would I like to go along. Well, okay, I thought, it may be a nice experience.
So we got over there in ten minutes and found ourselves much to my surprise, driving up and up, curving round and round, up and up on a narrow two lane road, until we finally parked and I realized this was not just a nice park-like place but one of the San Gabriel mountains. Now you may think as I did when looking at the San Garbriel mountains that they are a mere speck compared to the Rockies. But height is height and our ears were popping and the views were eye popping.
When we got out of the car we saw this sign and then Katie began reading from a list she had of all the wildlife to be aware of. Bears, Coyotes, rattlesnakes, lions and tigers and bears oh my.
What are we getting into? There was the hope that the cooler weather would keep rattlesnakes curled up in a warm hole, but other than that, oh boy.
We had four of the five grandsons with us and they jumped out of the car and were running and laughing and picking up big tree limbs to battle each other with and ultimately use as walking sticks. Walking sticks that were also used to smack parts of the landscape. Boys are boys. We sat them down for 3 seconds and took a picture.
Then the plan was to hike to near the top where there was supposed to be a pretty waterfall. Christian told me I get an award for being the most adventurous gramma. Hmmm
The path up loomed before us.
They all charged ahead and I slowly followed until I realized that dirt and rock path leaned way too much toward the drop off which had no safety fence or rail at all. Honestly I had my heavy camera and no matter which shoulder I slung it on, I felt myself tilting toward that drop off. Common sense prevailed over my desire to get the "most adventurous gramma" award and back I went to the halfway point. The rest kept on going and going and going,slapping trees and rocks with those sticks until they got to the waterfall.
It was peaceful where I was and I wiled away the time watching out for bears and snakes.
It was beautiful though, I'd bet after dark when the city lights came on it would have been quite a sight. I am disappointed in myself for quitting, but if you'd felt the tilt to the edge, you might give me the "most cautious gramma" award. And I'd take that.