I hiked it, I liked it.

Yesterday me and Dustin decided to go on a little hiking trip together to Grandfather Mountain. Little did we know that this little trip would be risky to our lives. Grandfather Mountain is a privately owned mountain so you have to pay to go hiking on the mountain. We get up to the top of the mountain and walk across the Mile High Bridge first thing. And at the center of the bridge you are actually suspended a mile above sea level...pretty scary stuff! Especially when it's windy. Then we headed halfway down the mountain to start hiking. We were so excited, so we packed our backpack full of treats for our lunch (beanie weenies, fruit cups, and Gripz cheese its) and headed up the Grandfather Trail. There was a sign we came up to that said, "Caution: Only hike if wearing stout hiking boots" and me and Dustin were like, "yeah ok, whatever!" and proceeded up this trail disregarding this warning. Then, we come up to a rope. I'm kidding you not! We had to pull ourselves up this mountain on a rope! Then, it got worse. We come across some ladders we had to climb up. And the ladders themselves weren't bad but there were a couple we had to climb and we were literally 8 inches away from the side of the mountain and if we were to make one wrong step we would have fallen 500 feet to our death. It was so scary! I cried a little when I got off that mountain out of happiness to be alive! But once we made it to the Macrae Peak, 2nd highest peak on the East Coast, we had a view of the most breathtaking scenery I've ever seen. We felt as if we were on top of the world!