Sunday Morning Soliloquy - Musings of an Urbanite: Hiking Ole Creek Trail - That's Right, I HIKED!

Monday, September 2, 2013

Hiking Ole Creek Trail - That's Right, I HIKED!


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Hiking Ole Creek Trail in Montana 

No horse, no guide, just me. I didn't get far, but I did it! 


Leyla Goes Hiking in Montana

Despite the numerous warnings about hiking alone, today I set out for a local hike. I hit the trail by myself - a completely inexperienced hiker (let's be honest, I know how to walk, therefore I can hike), and someone with zero knowledge of the great outdoors. But I do everything alone, I have done everything alone since I was 18. Waiting for others ain't my bag.

I don't know about you, but I'd rather go out and do something, risk being eaten by a bear, than sit around and wait for something to happen.  

I went to the front desk at Izaak Walton Inn, I spoke with the extremely helpful staff and they pointed out a couple of trails. They armed me with bear spray (it's a for-real thing) and gave me some tips. I asked if the bear threat was a real and present danger, to which they replied, "We haven't lost anyone yet."

I grabbed my camera, lunch and some books, I thought I'd find a nice spot and relax. Did not relax because I was like Ray Liotta in Goodfellas when the helicopters were overhead - except I was looking for bears. I did manage to capture some nice photos, see below for highlights and Flickr for more.

Highlights from my Montana hike:

1) Distressed structure at end of Izaak Walton Road towards the highway (to catch the trail).

Distressed Structure


2) Entrance to the trail - DON'T HIKE ALONE you're in bear country.

Hiking in Montana


3) Getting started on the trail, it doesn’t seem too bad

Boundary Trail - Essex, Montana


4) After a while, I found myself completely paranoid - I was looking for bears, talking to myself loudly (because you’re supposed to make noise so the bears know you’re coming and you don’t startle them). I felt like I was in the Lord of the Rings, the Enchanted Forest, Blair Witch, or on drugs. 

Enchanted Forrest

5) The “swing bridge” was a spot I was pleased to find. I've never been on such a bridge, and upon my arrival, I knew I was on track. It was very wobbly. 

Swing Bridge Swing Bridge



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