Webb Hill

Oh my gosh!  Yesterday afternoon, Bill and I climbed Webb Hill.  For those of you that are not familiar with this landmark in St. George, it's the huge hill that sits on the south side of I-15 across from Walmart.  It's above the Shell station and La Quinta Hotel.  I suggested the climb, since we were doing nothing, and Bill wanted to get out and either go to Zion (which I didn't want to drive to, so late in the afternoon).  I thought a brisk walk around the loop here in Bloomington sounded ok, and suggested that.  When I remembered Webb Hill and the time he and Ashley climbed it, I thought, why not? I thought it would be a twisty, winding, medium endurance hike, and so we headed off.  As we started the walk on the path that was marked "no motorized vehicles beyond this point," I thought nothing of it.  About 1/4 mile down that trail, Bill said, "here's where we start the climb."  I looked at the rocks, incline (as in straight up) he was indicating, and thought, you've got to be kidding me.  It was crazy. Barely a path, and straight up! As the distance between Bill and I became further and further apart, I entertained thoughts of stopping and waiting for him to get to the top and then coming back down and join me on the trip down the hill.  If you know Bill, you'll know that he is the ultimate cheerleader, and I have hiked with him more than once, as in Angel's Landing where he wouldn't let me quit. So I plodded on, and finally made it to the top.  I'm not kidding, that was pretty darn close to the most vigorous physical activity I have had the privilege (ha ha) participating in.  On the way down, we sort of got off track, and began following a different path.  When Bill realized it, he had me head across an area, not walked on by any human being.  I called back to him, wondering if there were any rattle snakes in the area. He calmly responded with the affirmative.  Oh yeah, I'll flush them out for you, Billy-Boy. I sort of felt like a mountain goat as it wandered the cliffs and crevices of all those lonely mountain tops. : )
We made it to the bottom of the hill, and then on to our car.  I can't tell you how hot I was, and how much pain I felt in my back and right quad. This morning I feel pretty good, considering my climb yesterday.  It's sort of like childbirth, once it's over, you forget the pain, and are ready for more children.  Hmmm, am I really going to try another climb like yesterday?

Webb Hill is that brown monstrosity in the background.  Pretty impressive, huh?