When we finally arrived, we started up the rather steep hill at the same time as two (ahem) buxom, blond gum-smacking teen beauties who used the word "like", like, every 2-5 words. Envious of their beauty, I was determined to prove that even though I wasn't as young and (ahem) perky as they, my tennis shoes were much more sensible than their flip-flops and I could beat them to the top.
Well... the hill was steep. Very steep. My pictures never capture accurately the quality of steep, but take my word for it. Or at least humor me. After a half hour, and having gained only 25 feet on the annoyingly fit teens, I started to hear my pulse. Not only feel it, hear it. I sat down, and everything went blurry. Tim tells me I fainted about four times.
I eventually regained my composure, and we finished the hike at a much more leisurely pace, which allowed me to see that the hike was actually quite beautiful, with very nice views. And at the top, Joanne and pals were waiting for us.
The blond fellow on the left (below) actually turned out to be an old friend from BYU - he was in my ward and semi-dated my roommate Elise. He was a great hiking companion, and picked wild blueberries all the way down. They were quite tasty. Eric reminded me of my dad in that he kept naming plants we were passing.
Old friend Eric...
New friend Gulish... she taught us a Turkish swimming game when, after the awesome hike, we went swimming at a nearbye lake.
We finished the day by having burgers, fries, and ice cream at Jaffrey Kimball Farms. It was a perfect day - thanks so much, Joanne! 
P.S. We never saw the bouncing teenagers again. D&^$ them.
