119 The Hike of Doom

I pondered whether I would rather die of the heart attack that lurked, or by falling down the cliff side.

Let’s face it.  No one would hike if there was no challenge.  I tend to end the relationship with alarming circumstances of peril, to not repeat that which threatens me.  

When Nyasha and Shante were in elementary school, a bit young to tackle camp alone, Mom and I plunged into Camp Robbinswold with them.  It was called Partners Camping, Girl Scout camp.  I definitely recommend it.  It is very cool to return to childhood, experiencing cabins, activities and staff hilarity.

a person on steep and dangerous mountain

The Hike of Doom

Shante hasn’t changed much.  Even then, she chose super adventurous activities, and then “someone” had to go along as her partner.  The event should have been called the Hike of Dooooooom, but they called it Mountain Goating.

We had to meet before sunrise, definitely foreshadowing.  The title was Mountain Goating for a reason!  Livin’ on the edge.  I pondered whether I would rather die of the heart attack that lurked, or by falling down the cliff side.  Somehow, I survived. (Ya ya ya, Shante did it all without missing a beat.  Her inner goat leapt at the opportunity.)

What did Nyasha say about the Cream of Wheat?  “There were flames.  It was intense.”  Lots of intense.  I have been on far too many trails since then, but I learned.  They are mostly flat, mostly short, and they are NOT cliff side hikes.  If I see an edge, a ledge, it’s time to go the other way.

Conrad and Nyasha arrived home yesterday.  They were soaked to the bone, muddy, exhausted, alive.  The alive part is always my favorite.  They hiked to Lake Serene. There was a torrential downpour.  The trails turned to muddy rivers.  They nearly died.  It was intense.

Kwami’s wisdom to Conrad was classic.  “Don’t worry, winter is near.”  

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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