This Place Rocks // Enchanted RockSunday, June 07, 2015
Before I officially start this blog post (if there's an official way to start one), I would just like to say that my dad took the picture below. He's very proud of it, and I think it's pretty cool, so I figured that I would be remiss if I didn't tell you this valuable piece of information. :-)
A little bit north of Fredericksburg, Texas, there is this huge granite dome. Basically, there's these huge rocks that you can climb.
If you are like me and essentially live for bad puns, you need to visit Enchanted Rock. Besides actual fields of bluebonnets, hiking trails and the whole rock climbing experience in itself, do you know how much mileage you can get out of the words "enchanted" and "rock"?
Take my word, you can get about 4 miles worth of puns. Or, if you're like my family and somehow get the map turned around, the jokes can go on for another mile or 2.
After climbing a few mountains this past summer, I sorta figured I had this whole hiking/climbing thing down to a tee. I quickly realized that climbing solid rock is quite different than the soft and tree-covered trails of the East coast.
Mountain climbing on the East Coast was definitely more tiring and strenuous, but this climb was much weirder. Sometimes the rocks formed little steps, while other times the climb was a flat and steep uphill climb.
Before I scare you away, a man with a stroller made it to the top. I'm really not sure how he actually did it, but it was entertaining to say the least.
Once on top of the rock, there was a steep drop-off on the other side. I feel like Lord Huron's song "Ends of the Earth" adequately summed up this situation. It looked like my dad was about to walk right off the edge of the world which was kinda cool and kinda scary.
If you're not into being King of the Rock or think climbing to the top is amateur stuff, there's little trails all around the area that you can hike that are longer.
There's also some pretty cool views.
On a side note, I am the queen of making awkward faces in pictures, but I swear my dad was trying to knock me off balance while I was posing. That would explain the look of sheer terror as seen above and below.
Enchanted Rock isn't a stunning mountain or even the most beautiful place I've ever been, but there is something rather "enchanting" about watching the sun set beyond the dome as you stand in a field of bluebonnets.
"Adventures and I go together like avocados/hummus and literally everything." -me