Saturday, April 19, 2008

The Trek to Las Valles

Last weekend, we make the 8-mile round trip hike to the mountain village of Las Valles. Josh works with a guy named Donald who has a friend there, so he acted as our guide. His wife Lydia came along, which was a little surprising. Usually coastal Honduran women aren't much for athletic adventures. However, the Indio (native Indian) mountain dwellers exhibit amazing hiking feats on a regular basis.
Silvino, another of Josh's co-workers came along, too. This guy and his son were heading up the trail to a town near Las Valles at the same time we were, so they accompanied us as well. The other guy is Lydia's brother. The little boy was 6 and only a couple inches taller than Guildy. But man, could he hike like a trooper! Guildy, on the other hand, does not hike like a trooper. But she does a good job riding on Josh's shoulders. I think Josh actually deserved the Trooper Award for packing 35 pounds of wiggly two year old up and down steep trails and answering her never-ending string of "why" questions.Hadley rode in the backpack, and aside from a little sunburn on her oh-so-pink skin, she did good, too.
We had heard it takes 2 hours to walk to Las Valles, but that is Indio speed. Gringo speed was about 3 hours each way. When we got there, we visited with Donald's friend's family.......And arranged some alternative transportation for the way back. Our friend Carrie was pretty worn out, and Josh was tired of carrying Guildy. So they rode a rented horse for the steepest part of the trip back. Honduran horses are amazing creatures. They are usually small framed, parasite ridden, pin boned specimens that look like they shouldn't be able to carry their own weight. But, like the Hondurans who use them, they are able to pack huge loads over incredibly steep terrain. Below is Josh next to the horse, just for size comparison.And here are Guildy and Carrie enjoying the leisurely ride.Hondurans are always on the lookout to upgrade their flocks, so Donald bought a couple good laying hens to take home.
Part way up the trail we came across the biggest lemon known to man. Yeah, that's a lemon, not a grapefruit! We packed it home and made lemonade.And, for the first time since Hadley has been born, we all happened to be in the same place at the same time with a camera, so we have a family photo!We got home at about supper time, dangerously tired and thirsty. But it was a great trip and well worth the sore feet!

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