03 June 2012

ww: day two.



on this day the goal was to make it up to emerald lake - a four mile-ish hike with an elevation increase of about two thousand feet.  i was so excited.

not really, i was actually really nervous.  uphill hikes kill me, and it becomes extra hard to breathe and then i panic a little when i feel like my lungs aren't big enough.  in my head i picture the grinch's two-sizes-too-small heart, but as my lungs - puny, shriveled up organs that are barely functioning.

buuuut, i was ready to take the day!  i thought of two things that geared me up:
first, president kimball: Give me this mountain!
second, dr. suess: Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

we left our campsite and came to a marker posted at a fork in the trail.  it was slightly vague as to which trail we were supposed to take, but a decision was made and i went with it.

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own.  And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets.  Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.





and look where it took us!  the hike was so gorgeous, and we were really lucky.




one of my favorite things about hiking this day was watching gary.  he's a man of many talents, but of only one pose for pictures.  he's so funny.



And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.







we stopped at this spot for lunch, and when we were about ready to keep going it was speculated that we were close - that the lake should be just around the bend.

it wasn't.  in fact, it was decided that we had taken the wrong trail back at that marker in the beginning after all.  and i didn't really have any idea.  it turned out that there were some suspicions throughout the day among some that we hadn't taken the right path, and when they were finally voiced i was like, NO.YOU.DIDN'T.  

we ended up having to head all the way back to our first camp, back where the slightly vague marker duped us.

i was telling sam about our trip, and when i got to this part of the story she told me about her "fun theories."
there's Type A Fun, which is fun in the moment.
there's Type B Fun, which is fun afterwards.
Type C Fun is fun in the moment and fun afterwards.
Type D Fun is neither fun in the moment nor fun afterwards.  Like when you think something is going to be fun, but then it totally isn't, and the fun can't even be mustered up when you think about it after the fact.

this was clearly a Type B Fun situation, and until we were done hiking for the day and got back to camp, i wasn't going to even try to redeem the scenario in my head.  when we were going back i was really cranky and tired and annoyed, but ended up being okay with it in the end.  we saw amazing things, didn't run into any harm, and had a good time.  even if it was for four more miles than we'd anticipated.


Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.


And when things start to happen,
don't worry.  Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

2 comments:

  1. LOVE the fun theories - so funny. And I love the pictures of Gary and his pose. haha!

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