Take a Peak
As part of our campaign to Grab Life By the Horns, Aaron, Brandon and I took time off from lazing around the house and procrastinating paper writing to ramble as only the British know how.
Rambling, the ancient English art of walking around while looking lost, is huge in the area- or at least, in Peaks National Park, located one expensive bus ride (two hours) away.
The rain was spitting, the temperature entirely too cold for the end of May, but the views were amazing and the hike was atmospheric. It made me miss Decorah, Colorado, and any other overly wooded and trail-ridden place I've ever been. Scary to say, but I actually missed running- I was tempted to burst into a gallop, LOTR style and tramp across the wilderness, but something in the back of my head told me that I would have looked like a fucking idiot.
It was great to experience the nearby country as a group of three independent travelers as opposed to a Mark and Carol led crusade. We hiked a 6.5 mile loop, ventured across a 90 foot viaduct that once supported the London-Manchester Railroad, walked through dog crap, took pictures of cattle, and were called 'Lads' by an authentic Englishman. All in a day's work.
The highlights of the trip included an amazing pub, the Ashford Arms, the 5 new coasters that we were able to pilfer whilst drinking, the lady who yelled at her child "When you cry like that, Mummy gets CROSS", and the poor woman on the 2hr bus ride home who was horking (possibly the best word for vomiting) into a plastic bag in her husband's lap.
Classic.
posted by Kevin @ 8:13 PM
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