We stopped looked at the map, decided we needed to head back to that iconic fork in the road and opt for the path to the right, the one heading to the end of the mountain.
So back we went.
By this time the cows were already heading home, in itself is a troubling thing. We weren't prepared for an evening out with plummeting temperatures.
Not completely sure which of the many hiking trails we were on, we could begin to see town again, and it felt good.
This was definitely not a mountain bike friendly trail, but...as pointed out earlier by a passing hiker, we had mountain bikes and were in the mountains...so...get on with it.
Ourselves plus bikes had to pass under a wire fence, after which...it was downhill all the way. This wasn't an easy amble down the mountain side, no-no. This was a put-your-bike-over-your-shoulder while clinging with elbows and knees and hope for the best, climb down the mountain.
And to remember to have a smile instead of a grimace when hikers passed you by on their way down, without extensive luggage.
After many, many grueling ..... minutes, which to us felt like hours, we eventually reached the town, we'd had a bird's eye view during most of the afternoon.
We had come to Clarens, we had rested, we had explored and were now quite ready for rejuvenation.
The thing is....
we would do it all again, exactly the same, even the way down, because...
not all who wander are lost