There were some differing opinions on where to start the hike—all the way at the bottom that led through some streets, or closer to The Knoll, a hike that was just a stopping point on the way to God’s Thumb.
Given that it had been some time since we had extreme elevation gain in our walkabouts, I chose to get as far uphill as possible with our trusty steed before we hoofed it ourselves.
With a time commitment ninety miles away, I couldn’t lollygag through this hike, and I wanted time to enjoy the sights that took my breath away, not stop every five feet to catch my breath from the physical exertion of the climb itself.
It was as described: a straight up climb. Even my truck rested on an incline. As I came to the turn the Knoll, I relished the anticipation as we walked along the mostly flat narrow trail through the meadow.
Once up and out of the treeline, we came to a group of hikers sitting on the grassy area overlooking the Thumb. I saw the quick descent downward which would then go up again like a rollercoaster to get to the top of the Thumb. I wasn’t sure I needed to do it, and with an appointment only a few hours away, I knew I wouldn’t be able to just run back up the hill.
Just watching one person climb up made me hesitant--
I turned to the group: “Have you guys gone out there?”
"Not this time.”
Everyone shook their heads.
“Just trying to determine if it’s worth it,” I said. I didn’t mention my fear of heights and being on a precarious pile of sand and rocks on the edge of the ocean might not be the best idea for me.
One member of the group shared a sage perspective. “I came to see God’s Thumb and I can see it from here. If I’m on it, I can’t see it.”
Valid point. Here it is. We had accomplished our goal.
We ventured down the mountain and took one more look from the Knoll before meeting back up with our trusty steed and racing back to the city. Lease signed on time and my heart at peace, we drove to our temporary lodging in a new neighborhood for us to explore: Woodstock.
Tuck makes himself at home wherever we go. Even if in this basement apartment that didn’t even have room for his crate.
For the next few days, between work and sleep we ventured around this neighborhood. One afternoon we even took the trails of higher learning. Reed College, just across the street, was more of a park than a campus. Having the city of Boston has my college campus, this was like a whole other planet.