What happens when you stumble upon a picture of a bridge that looks like it came out of an Indiania Jones movie?
You ask your husband to find it,and take your family for a hike.
At first,we had to persuade Maryam(our 9yrs old daughter),not wanting to go(thinking to be blessed not to have Hassaan and Zoya share the same personality as her).
We had a hard time finding it. Luckily,my phone(not an I-phone,but innocent Windows Lumia) helped me look for Orson Smith trail head which would lead to the Bear canyon suspension bridge.
We were welcomed by the warning sign of cougars sighting on the trail.I started to wonder what if we see a cougar.By then,Hassaan and Hammad(we didn’t plan our son’s name to be somewhat ryhming with my hubby’s name…but,cool!)were off discussing:the history of somewhere,games strategy,current events,or where they should go or do next time,or their favorite car.Finally,when i caught up to them,I asked my husband what to do if a cougar do attack us . He simply said,”hit them on the head,” as if it was the easiest thing to do in the world.No!
As soon as we started the hike,I started regretting it.No,kids were fine,Maryam had some whining going on,but the problem was ME.My legs were in pain!
As with any other trail,water was our best friend. It was hot when the wind did not blow .We kept on moving…sometimes happily,sometimes not so much ,and sometimes just wishing to see that bridge and be done.
The twist and turns were already testing our patience,when,my calm,4 yrs old daughter,Zoya,started crying.(One thing I have noticed that when one of our girl is not crying/whining,the other catches up).This time,Zoya wanted to go back and she was doing a dance(pee dance).In my mind,I thought,okay,this is it,we can finally turn back..but NO!
My husband suggested for Zoya to “mark her territory”(check out the picuture with all markers of the hike). This reminded of the time when we bought our home . when we went to see it the first time , my son Hassaan marked his territory outside on a plant . we always remember that plant as the ‘ shoo shoo plant'(shoo shoo means,pee,pee).
Initially it was kind of an anticlimax..I guess the pictures were deceiving…but I hid my emotions and went closer to it.
Sometimes,you have to get closer to enjoy the real essence.
It was totally suspended,with water flowing down below,mountains on one side…city view on the other.The wind was already rocking the bridge,until,my husband(he is that guy who is super careful of everything:no pointed stuff to be picked up by kids,no playing on the stairs…etc)starting shaking the bridge by pulling on the cables ..it was scary..like a roller coaster scary…when you are done,you wanna ride again…
Our ride down was pretty swift.Our older two munch-kins,flashed back to the car,while Zoya,hubby,and me took our time. Zoya decided to have pictures taken of the flowers,so she can paint home.My little VanGogh!
The most important part was yet to come:a picnic lunch!
I had packed in some tuna sandwiches.I was missing some fruits or anything sweet,but no one complained.
We ran out of water(although,my husband was sweet enough to save his water for the kids till the end by not drinking it on the trail).
Orson Smith trail-head had good surprises at it’s mouth:water fountains,and clean restrooms(no port-a-potty).
The hike was pretty decent with some steepness and mostly flat terrain.