Hiking with my daughter \ stacker news ~Stacker

I'm in a place where there are many hiking trails in the hills available to us. Even before coming to Venezuela, I often told my daughter that one day we would hike those trails, because they are so beautiful and exciting. We decided to climb them this week; the weather was ideal, cloudy but not raining. We embarked on this adventure, which I thought would only last 45 minutes, given our poor physical condition (at least that's what I thought). The 45 minutes turned into three hours. I told my daughter, "I'm proud of us." We hiked 90% of the trail. I missed the remaining 10% not because of tiredness or lack of desire, but out of caution. It was already 6 pm, and the last stretch was the narrowest, steepest, and, in my opinion, dangerous for two beginners. Could we climb it? The answer was yes, but very slowly. Given the time of day, it would take us a while to get there, and nightfall would catch us on the way down, which seemed extra dangerous to me. They call that last spot "the wall." We only got as far as the base, looked up, and said our goodbyes to return another day to face it. My daughter was a little sad because she wanted to complete the route, but she soon understood. We started down, and yes, night fell upon us as we were almost at the top. For me, it was harder to go down than to go up. My ankles and one knee hurt, all because I don't have and don't know the proper technique for descending.

My daughter loved it, telling me things like "this is the best exercise in the world," "I love this place," "THANKS MOM," and other funny phrases like "I'm going slowly for you, Mom," or "Come on, Mom, hurry up. Climb!" It was so funny to see her running up the hill with so much energy. Something I almost forgot to write down: one of her motivations was to find quartz. I filled my bag with small pieces of quartz that I found along the way, and at the same time we played explorers. We arrived home safely, tired, hungry, and very happy.