(30.12.2013, Creasta Cocoșului)
Creasta Cocoșului is where I took my first trekking trip ever. I was in the 7th grade and I went there with some of my colleagues and my Math teacher. It was something new and fun, not your regular outing. I was there once more, in the 11th grade, with my friends, and I had been wanting to go back ever since. And, what do you know, this Christmas every piece of the puzzle fitted into my great scheme: Adi came to Baia Mare to visit my parents, Marius and Anca from Timișoara were both there as well, and Steve has taken a keen interest in trekking, so, yeah, everyone was excited about the trip.
It was my first time trekking on snow and I was a bit afraid in the beginning, but once we started walking I realised that it wasn’t that bad after all. Moreover, when we came out of the forest and into the sun, there wasn’t that much snow left, lucky me.
It was so so nice to be out again! I knew it wouldn’t be a difficult trek, but just the idea of getting out of the city, going somewhere remote and quiet, sharing the experience with some of my dearest friends was enough to make me giddy a couple of days in advance.
I think that the view was breathtaking. I was ooo-ing and ah-ing all the time. Maybe it was too long since I had last been outdoors. Or maybe I am simply attached to that place and for me it is like a fairytale land.
Once we were at the bottom of the cliff, everything changed. I wanted to climb up the rock, and I did, but I couldn’t get on the peak. I was too scared of going down again. I had no idea that I am actually that silly. But I guess that sometimes it’s better to be more cautious and alive than to have no fear and…
Now, looking at the pictures and remembering what a glorious day that was, I am even more mountain-sick. But my weekends are booked with a translation until the end of March, so I’ll just have to keep looking at these pictures to feel better.
Seventh grade? So late…:)