Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Best Laid Plans

"Best laid plans of mice and men often go awry" That couldn't have been more true of this weekend. Danny, Brendon and I had planned on backpacking into Havasupai Falls in the Grand Canyon which takes a lot of planning and preparing for. The hike is 8 miles to Supai Village and then another 2 miles to the camp site. We were going to stay for a total of 3 days, with the plan to backpack out on Monday. So Friday comes around after a long, sick and trying week. I get off work hell bent on getting out of town and seeing something larger than myself. We get the car loaded up and then make our way, slowly but surely, out of town. We make it through the city traffic and finally we are on our way when my engine light comes on and smoke starts billowing out of my hood. Damn it. Pull over, investigate, Danny says my water pump blew. Well, that would make sense. I couldn't help but find the humor in it. I mean it would make sense that life is reminding me that it maintains a balance. It can't always be an easy coast and my plans can't always go the way I want them to. Thank goodness Danny was there to save the day though. After an expensive tow back home, Danny fixed my car and we were back up and running again. So the next day, we pack up again and end up going to Mt. Charleston and backpacking in to the wilderness less traveled.
The boys built a fort and I got to explore. It felt nice just being outside. I needed the escape. Or to be connected again to my self. The non-suit wearing, program manager, mom, teacher, friend, work so hard all the damn time and never rest self. Yeah, I got to just be me, in the woods. After a great dinner of MREs, we all bundled up into the tent to protect us from a gnarly windstorm taking place in the mountains. It was a rough night for me to sleep through. All of us were afraid that a tree was going to fall on us or that the tent would blow away. Our imaginations even got us thinking that a wilder beast would come barreling in to the tent for protection from mother nature. Ha. It never happened and we woke up unscathed. We packed up our bags, bid ado to the mountains and started the beautiful trek out.
If I were to have a moral or lesson that I got out of this weekend was that maybe I shouldn't fight it so much. Adventure begins when your plans go to shit and you end up on a completely different path than what you set out for. Either way, I have no complaints. I got to spend the weekend with the love of my life and I got to find a new place in the mountains. Next time, I will have to take Gavin to it. Keep adventuring my friends. xo