The plan was to hike Baldy as far as we could. I wasn't planning on summiting this time or anything but I figured we could get to the pond or high enough up for some good views. Well, we definitely hiked as far as I could at least.
It was great day for hiking. It was cold but the snow was packed to sledding and traction device perfection. About a 1/2 mile in Kit insisted on pulling the sled herself. I stopped to fix Andi's shoe and heard a quiet, "uh oh. " I looked up to see Kit watching the sled with my pack, camera, and keys on it rapidly disappearing back down the trail. I had to run at least 1/4 mile to catch up with it! Then we got about 3/4 mile in and I was fixing Andi's boot again and I stood up and OOF. I threw out my back! I was seeing stars and couldn't even stand up straight. I panicked and texted Andrew. I had no idea what to do.
Of course Andrew wanted to come rescue us but I figured the girls and I could get into the sled and just scoot back down to the parking lot. Scoot? We FLEW. We screamed, we laughed, we panicked. It was the fastest, longest sled ride I've even done in my life. The other hikers, alerted by the sound of 4 scream-laughing sledders, scattered out of our way and were cheering us on. I had both cleated feet dug into snow, BARELY slowing us down. The sled was weirdly easy to steer and the edge of the trail was tall grass so it didn't feel too dangerous or anything but HOLY COW was that a ride. We're planning on taking Andrew back next weekend to try it. :)
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