I am done with Quarry Lake. When we were heading home to Peaks of Grassi from Quarry Lake on Monday (Aug. 1) at noon – and before it got too busy – I was walking with my five-year-old granddaughter and my husband was behind pulling a wagon with our one-year-old granddaughter in it.
On the path up near the rope swing were two women standing in the middle of the path. I had to walk on the hill to ensure my five-year-old granddaughter did not fall down the cliff on the other side. Because they did not budge for us, I politely requested the women please move to allow the wagon to pass by.
One of them did, but the other rudely said "I'll move if I want to Bi..ch". My husband replied to that with "around here we respect each other and share the trail". She told him to "come back here old man and I'll show you". We went home.