Sunday 29 th came and my friend an I woke up early to prepare for the first organised group trip that week. It was going to be a medium hike, which I figured I should easily be able to handle even with my passing cold. There was even the promise of an cold pond with an actual waterfall so I packed my swim gear, unlike my friend who decided to put it on in the hotel room. If there is anything I hate it's walking lenght of time in something like swimwear under my shorts. After arriving at the mountain I seriously had to reconsider, but non the less the thought of a cold pond pulled me over the line to start. And regret soon followed, god did my lungs burn. It was as if I'd gotten the preposterous idea of walking up a 5km wall, the inclining of the path was somewhere between 50-90 degrees (and no I was not hallucinating). I'm one of those people who are physically not made to climb up mountains, the parts that where downhill went perfect, I got extremely agitated about being so short of breath and instead of respecting my private space my friend felled inclined to stay by my side. This just made it harder for me to go through the motions, I love to curse when I'm the only one to hear it, I had the feeling that my friend was holding me down in attempting to help me.
When we reached the halfway part of the climb I was the last one of our group to arrive and all I could think about was that I needed some air. Before I'd fully recovered we were on our way again. If I had not had the deep desire to see the abandoned town of Sanguine I would have gone back down to the bus, like this other guy from our group. I kept trying to explain to my friend that I wanted to go trough this on my own, but it was like talking to a blind wall. How do you explain to somebody who think they are doing the right thing that it is completely wrong?? Because of this I could not stop and look around from time to time getting myself back together. Than nearing the town, I could hear the rest, My lungs gave me the warning that if I went any four feet further they would stop working. I decided to take the risk and walked eight, my lungs froze, my heartbeat went up to nearly 120 beats per minute and all I saw where flashes of light but I had made it to the town edge.
In Sanguine we were told about the reason behind it's unusual outlook. Some 'houses' were no more than a couple of rocks left slightly in place as where others were complete houses that looked like the inhabitants had just left to make a small errand. I could go around and take pictures, after I had reclaimed my backpack from my friend, taking in the full breath of atmosphere of the town. It left me with several ideas for story's and drawings, that I still have to find time for to make. After we passed trough the town there was a short part of the road that went downwards, I was the fastest one of all. I am build for going down, I felt fantastic. Our guide and several in our group thought that I had finally bin in a better spill of a mood, but then there was an incline and my lungs complaint immediately. Sounds like the story of my life, I always have the most fun going down.
I'm not certain exactly how long it took us but after a short while after the last waiting spot I could start hearing the waterfall what made me just the more ardent to get there. Finally there was the last part between us and there, my skin started to tingle just by the thought of being able to drift in the water and put the climb behind me. Then by passing the last corner I found myself in the present of water and the desire to get in the water overflowed every thought about the way up.
Now our guide had asked if there where any Finnish or Swedish people in our group, when we answered with a no he replayed that here then was not a big risk that anybody would jump in the water in the first 5 minutes. I felt inclined to inform him that I love cold water and was defiantly would get in very fast. The moment we arrived I changed my clothes, gorged down half my sandwich, and went into the water. It was cold. It was very cold when this rock I stood on shifted making me crash into the water face first. It took a while but then others of our group followed, not all I'd say about 5 maybe 6 people dared. Swimming and sitting under the waterfall made all the stress reside from my corporeal form. When I got out of the water a good half an hour later our guide said it was best if I dried and dressed quickly there wasn't much time for our group staying if we wanted to back in time. Going through the motions as fast as I did I can not truthfully say I have not flashed certain parts of myself unintentionally, nobody complaint so whatever.
The way down was indeed a lot easier than the way up, for the simple reason we did not complety took the same trail what made it unfathomanable easier than it already would have bin for me.
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