Unless you're Treen and you know how awesome it is to be out there.
Since this hike at the end of August, Treen has passed away. I thought about not writing about Treen's last adventures, but the outpouring of support after she died convinced me to share her love of the outdoors.
Let's be honest. Mount Margaret isn't that great an adventure. It's nice and all, but it's nothing special. It's one of our regular trips late in the season mostly because it's so short we can get to the summit before dark.
The weather was meh. Clouds blocked most of the views, but that wasn't a big deal because much of the hike is in the trees. As usual, Treen was thrilled to be out on the trail. She was all smiles as we climbed up the slope and emerged onto the summit. We spent only a few minutes there. It was just long enough to have a snack and put on headlamps before we descended.
So yeah, it was a run of the mill trip. Except it was a wonderful trip. Treen knew. Sure, dogs think whatever they're doing is the best thing ever, but looking at her face I see nothing but pure joy.
I was wrong. Treen showed me that every trip into the mountains is a blessing. That every moment spent with the ones you love is epic. Even if the mountain you're on isn't.
