Breakfast at my Vegan Hotel was most interesting.
I had avocado toast with curried carrot lox. There were no fish, but carrot ribbons imitated fish. It was pretty tasty, but not an exact duplicate. The most surprising part of breakfast was the pastries. Very flaky. Not sure what they used, but most good pastries use lard or butter, neither is vegan. These were fabulous.
Melham’s Ancient fields were terraced.
"Malham Cove has been a wonder of the Yorkshire Dales since people first started visiting. Once upon a time, a huge waterfall poured over the top as a
massive glacier melted on the high land above it.
Since then, freezing water and rain have continued
the process of creating the sheer limestone cliff face
we see today. Recent investigations in the caves
behind the cliff have shown that the Cove may
have been formed 50,000 years ago, much earlier
than previously thought."
This should be called the Stairway to Heaven. It went up and up and up some more.
I am not sure how comforting a sign from the suicide hotline is before a legendary hike is.
Looking back towards to Malham
Just a bit of a narrow walkway.
My nemesis. I took a minor fall traversing these rocks, causing a puncture wound to my right forearm. I kind of managed a bellybuster forward without hitting my face or head on the rocks. Nothing serious, but I landed on my camera and now the shutter won’t close. It still works, but when you see a bit of black in the corner of my photos, that is why. Hurt my pride more than my body! LOL
This is a bigger photo of the rocks I fell on.
Malham Tarn is a glacial lake formed around the Ice Age. Look at that estate across the lake.
This is just the side of that estate you saw across the lake.
OMG! There was an open bathroom just before I saw this sign. I didn’t use it, but if one of these giant spiders had been in there, I would have flipped out. They live in caves, but for some reason, they took over the room next to it. The sign said you could peek into the room and see some of them. I looked, but none were in view.
These rock walls were about twenty feet high.
A cute bunny carved out of an old tree stump.
Looking ahead at the barren landscape.
My next obstacle is in the distance. It was a very long uphill.
This may have been a bunker at one time.
In the distance is the grandaddy of mountains to climb.
You can see how steep the way up is. My photo does not do it justice. This was the steepest climb that I have ever made. It was a scramble to the top, meaning I had to use hands and feet and hoist myself to the next rock. I kept having to stop to catch my breath, but so did everyone else. It was never ending
And when I got to the top of this, there was way more to climb.
If I hadn’t flopped myself on the grass to keep from dying, I would have done the happy dance to have made it. I am sure I heard the Rocky Music as I topped the mountain.
The official marker at the top.
A distant view of the mountain.
As I came into Horton-in Ribblesdale, I saw this Craver Pothole Club. I didn’t see any potholes on the roads so maybe we need a Louisville Pothole Club?
I made a wrong turn coming into town, costing me about a mile. Jeez - just when I am practically racing to be finished. An extra mile is a lot when you are topping twenty. I ran out of water with about a mile to go. Plus, it was 80 degrees, so I was hot, tired, and thirsty. These two women came out of a store with ice cream cones. If there has ever been a need for ice cream, it was now. Two scoops of raspberry swirl gelato. I ate it so fast I got an ice cream headache, but it was worth it.
My hotel. I almost thought it was a mirage, I had been walking so long.
The Golden Lion Pub was a dive, complete with a surly waitress, but the food was surprisingly good. I ordered chicken boutons, which turned out to be fried chicken breast pieces, and of course, it came with chips.
So whatever doesn’t make sense in this blog, just chalk it up to extreme tired.
Good night and God Bless!
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