*Background* This is the first attempt at hiking I had made in over 10 years. After "completing" the hike I was so disappointed in myself because I had to turn around half way through the trail because I was so out of shape.
We (me, my step-dad, and my faithful puppy Jackson) departed on our hike and arrived at First Water Trail head at 9am. At this point it was already in the low-mid 90s. We signed in on the little book to let the Park Rangers know we were on the trail (at this time there was still a hiker missing on Lost Dutchman).
We started walking. I couldn't believe how sore my calves and ankles were after walking just a short distance on the riverbed of smooth stones. Once we came to a fairly flat grounded area I took a little break, gave my dog some water. Then continued on once again. I don't know exactly when I decided to stop, but I estimate it was around the 2 mile one way mark.
When we got back to the trail head we were greeted by a park ranger asking us if we had seen any signs of the missing hiker. We said no, and went on our way. I was proud of myself for attempting hiking...because this was the experience that made me love it. :-)
"Never argue with an idiot, they'll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience" --Anonymous