I have spent the past two years gazing at Table Rock from the windows of my home. In the spring I watch as the green hues on the foothills surrounding the flat rock turn to purple and then a burnt yellow. In the winter I anxiously await the first snowfall to blanket the rock formation. I have not however, ever taken the hike up to Table Rock, until now.
The weather, finally signaling the approach of spring, beckoned me to take on the hike to the top of Table Rock. And while I wish I could say I was ambitious enough to take on the full hike, I opted to drive most of the way up through the foothills and take the short, ten-minute walk up.
The drive itself, though, I found to be part of the fun. As I drove up through the winding roads, the scenery changed. More trees became apparent and I became transfixed by the enormous homes, none identical like the subdivision-type ones found so typically in the valley.
The walk to the top of Table Rock was short and sweet (thank goodness because my out of shape self got winded in the first ten seconds). Reaching the top was something completely different. The perspective from the top was beautiful, pairing city views with panoramas of the hills and mountains near and far. Piece of advice, bring a camera, a blanket to sit on and a picnic lunch and make a trip of it.
Moral of the story: go out and try something you haven’t yet done just because you thought it wouldn’t be very exciting. I now know I have been cheating myself of a Boise-esque experience by avoiding Table Rock. Maybe next time I’ll actually take the hike.