Today, I went on a hike to Mt. Granite with my very close childhood friend. Unfortunately, when the trail forked, we read the sign incorrectly and went the wrong way. We hiked towards Pratt Lake instead of Granite Mountain. It was a relaxing hike though, free from worries (although my friend liked to complain about her relationship problems, something that I suppose I am accustomed to already after knowing her for so many years). We hiked through muddy spots, jumped over rocks to cross over waterfalls and sometimes we took breaks so I could take pictures. It was pretty annoying though, since my pictures didn’t come out correctly when I had the camera in manual mode.

Eventually, when we were near the top of the mountain, there was snow. We were worried that it may have been too dangerous for us but we kept going another quarter of a mile until we lost track of the trail. I followed my friend closely but I suppose due to my heavier weight, my right leg fell through the snow. It was quite funny since my friend, for some reason, turned around at that moment to see my whole body plop down as my right leg became submerged in the snow. Luckily for me though, the snow was only a few feet deep and I could feel the ground below. She took pictures of the event so I could remember the stupid feat of mine and we had a great laugh about it.