Actually, I think that's what Abbey said at one point on Sunday afternoon as we were hiking up one of the trails at the Delaware Water Gap. Well, she probably said it after we had already reached the top, because none of us were saying much of anything during the upward climb, unless you call "ugh" and "let's take a break" conversation.
I drove to Abbey and Adam's apartment on Saturday and then we all drove west to Fink and Sarah's house in Denville, a city in Jersey not too far from the Pennsylvania border. We ate a huge meal that night - corn on the cob, potatoes, pasta salad, regular salad, guacamole and chips, and some meat for the carnivores. Then we topped it off with some ice cream, which seemed to spiral us all into pretty serious food comas. We managed a couple rounds of Apples to Apples and glued ourselves to the "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" movie on TV (the original and best ever) before heading to bed at 10:30. Are we really getting that old?
It turns out we needed that good night's sleep for Saturday's hike, a two-and-a-half hour climb up and down one of the Water Gap's hills. We were all huffing and puffing on the way up, but the view at the top was worth it. The climb down was a little treacherous, the path recommended by a group of older ladies who I think were either trying to kill us or steer us away from their group. (It might not have helped that Abbey was doing the "red rum" imitation from "The Shining," index finger and all, as we were walking behind them.) We made it down safely and marveled at a family with a small boy, and another with a dad carrying his baby strapped to his back who seemed to make it up the rocky terrain with no problem. We drove back with the windows down, sweaty and tired, but feeling accomplished. Rustic-like.
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