Okay. I could just post my pretty pictures and tell you what a gorgeous day it was, and what an incredible hike I enjoyed, because it was, and I did, but that would only be part of the story. 

Today's hike tested me in ways I did not expect to be tested. There were tears. They didn't help. I know better than to panic, but it was close. Very close.

I had read about the open ledges on Welch Mountain. I knew the views were going to be awesome, so I was looking forward to them. I also know I'm afraid of heights. I didn't realize just how high and scary those ledges would be or that the trail would go straight up them. I made it to the top because I'm stubborn, but I couldn't enjoy it because it was so exposed, and I was so scared. I was planning to continue on to the next mountain, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't keep forcing myself to push through. Not today.

Although then I had to turn around and go back down the way I came up. Which was absolutely terrifying. But, I found a way. I clambered slowly back down over those ledges, picking my path and not looking to either side, only focusing on the goal. I was so relieved when I reached the woods and could simply hike back to my car.

Now I'm home, rereading trail reports, and realizing I missed the survey marker that would prove I was at the top. Ugh. I'll have to go back. Someday. Maybe. It sure was breathtakingly beautiful up there...