We were persuaded to go back down the other way, the Red Trail. “It’s all downhill” said Andrew, and he promised to walk with us. First, we walked through fields with grazing cows clinking their bells with every head movement. And then the path turned downward, through the woods, on a very rocky, steep path. (Hiking sticks were very helpful!) Andrew stayed with us the whole way, encouraging us. There were many places where logs were placed across the path to make a step or a series of steps. I had been told about these, and the estimates ranged from 100 upwards, so I counted them. We descended near a rushing waterfall, and there was another place with a cold mountain spring. Water never tasted so good! Down, down, down we went. Where is the valley floor where we started? Finally, with shaking knees, we reached the end, and I had counted 500 steps! We did it, and I’m glad, and we suffered no lasting effects. Legs felt fine the next day.