I hiked to Blanca Lake with my co-workers.
Wearing shorts and treadless sneakers, I was not sufficiently prepared, so this hike completely wrecked me. I cut my knees when I climbed over fallen logs. On the way down the mountain, I went ahead of the group. It was very quiet around me, and I sang Bohemian Rhapsody as I hiked down. I must have been distracted, because on a particularly smooth section of dirt, I slipped and rolled my ankle. There were still a few miles to go (it was steep!), and I slipped and rolled my ankle again. And then a couple miles later, I rolled my ankle yet again. My ankle was extremely swollen, but I knew there was no one to rescue me and I was solely responsible for bringing myself down the mountain, so I kept going, murmuring a profanity with each step.
Someone in our hiking party called this hike the “Trail of Tears.” I couldn’t do physical activity for a few weeks after that. This hike was definitely a hike where, when you think you’re close to the end, you are actually only halfway there. Before my next hike, I immediately went out and bought hiking boots.
That said, Blanca Lake was beautiful! The alpine lake was a teal blue from silt in the glacier water. I had never before seen a lake that color.