Scolty Hill - One woman’s triumph over an ‘easy to moderate’ hill trail

“I don’t like you right now,” I said to Richard between gasps. A lady coming down the hill had just looked at me sympathetically, saying, “it’s not much further, dear,” dispelling my notion that I was only suffering on the inside.

“Why?” He asked.

I gave him the death glare. Not my best work with all the wheezing, but it got the message across.

“I thought you’d be happy this way is quicker,” he said with much less sympathy than the stranger I’d just seen.

Funny thing, the quicker way up a hill is also the most vertical.

“Come on, the view will be worth it,” he declared as he skipped ahead.

Grumbling, I clawed my way to the top of the hill. Small groups of disturbingly fit people took photos of the view, which was spectacular, I had to admit.

That wasn’t so bad, I thought.

“Let’s go up the tower,” suggested Richard.

Sure, what’s another 50 steps?

By the time we started down the hill, my legs shook with every step, but I began to feel moderately good about myself. Then I saw something that made my blood run cold.

A dude was jogging up the steep path.

Rude.