Last Sunday, I woke up in the morning and decided I really needed to go for a long walk. I headed out Chena Hot Springs Road with the idea of exploring the Granite Tors trail. I’ve been on it before, but never to the top. This is slightly shocking because it is a classic Fairbanks area hike and I’ve seen plenty of pictures and heard more than a few tales of getting lost. I had side thoughts of possibly finishing up my hike with a visit to the delicious Chena Hot Springs Resort, a wacky and magical place that lives at the end of the road.
It was a perfect day. I did get lost at one point (not too shocking), but I was with the dogs and they didn’t seem to notice or care for that matter. I figured that if I walked 15 miles, they must’ve walked/run at least 40. All three of us returned back home that evening a little tired and very happy.
Nearing the top:
Sadie: “Oh my, look at that view, Echo!”
Echo: “Yes! We could run forever!”
Sadie: “Holy shit, it’s hot up here.”
Reaching the top. There is even a rainbow.
How did I lose track of these painfully obvious trail signs?
Sadie: “We’re not tired, not tired at all.”
Echo: “No way, we want to run another 40 miles.”
All in all, it was a pretty good day.