After emerging from a difficult divorce and some other situations that are less than ideal, I am finally getting back to real life. It’s slow going. I’m still not “Johnny-on-the-spot.” I’m trying to work two full-time jobs, do Web sites and design on the side, finish this book, raise two kids, and EXERCISE. That takes up a lot of time. For example, last night I thought I would go for a hike, instead of my customary hour-long walk. (I started at 30 minutes, and worked my way up to an hour.)
I’ve always wondered what was at the top of that canyon trail I could see from Highway 89, in Utah, so I talked my youngest into going hiking with me. Wonder no more; I was going to find out.
I started about 6:30 p.m., when the sun was still hot, and the first part of the hike was a tiered, but completely uphill climb. The pathway was sandy, and hard to navigate, and I immediately regretted my curiosity and desire to get fit. If the whole hike was this way, I was in trouble.
Luckily, once you get to the top of this particular leg it turns to regular dirt and rocks. I was very proud of myself as we quickly passed the Boy Scout troop and leaders. Of course, they caught up with us as we headed into the canyon, because pre-teen boys are monkeys and the leaders were running on pure adrenaline, terrified of losing one of them and having to explain to Timmy’s parents why they came back with seven boys instead of eight.
I really grew to appreciate those Scouts, especially as they warned us to look out for the rattlesnake they had spotted on the way up. Yesiree, thanks for THAT warning. I knew Adams Canyon had rattlesnakes, but generally if you don’t bug them, they won’t bug you. I sure as hell wasn’t searching them out.
After a rollercoaster of a climb, we finally got to the final leg, which basically involved scaling large rocks and wading through water. THAT was great. Really. I love rock climbing. Not. But I wasn’t about to turn around. I am nothing if not stubborn, and I was going to get to the top and see the waterfall.
We rounded a bend, and saw this tiny waterfall, and I about beat my daughter’s friend to death with my EMPTY water bottle, because it was very, very disappointing. Luckily for her, it was not THE waterfall, but rather A waterfall, and a rather puny one at that.
Then she started in with the “It’s just around the corner.” That girl is lucky she doesn’t have dents from that EMPTY plastic water bottle, I am telling you.
But with not even one fall, we FINALLY got to the top, and froze our feet off in the water, because you really couldn’t see it without getting into the water. And then, of course, I got to hike back down in my completely soggy workout shoes. They are a muddy mess. Glad I got them for half-price, because I am going to attempt to wash them, but am not sure of the outcome.
It really was beautiful, I only fell once coming down, I was a muddy, sappy, dusty mess when we reached the parking lot, and I was pretty damn glad to see my car. But I did it! I made it to the top of Adam’s Canyon, which is a pretty tough hike.
I’m proud. And sore. I also need new shoes.
My next goal is parasailing in Cabo. Yes, I am afraid of heights. But I don’t care. This is a new phase of my life, and I’m going to conquer those fears. Except for my fear of spiders. Don’t expect that one to EVER happen.