I’m taking a night off. I’m feeling a bit under the weather and jumped on that excuse for an impromptu night at home (sorry, friends, for bailing on yoga and climbing and movies and other stuff). I think my malaise is rooted in the blanket of poor air quality from the Meadow Fire burning in Yosemite’s backcountry. My recent sleep-depriving adventures probably also contribute. Between nap and bedtime, it occurs me to me that I have some catching up to do on sharing my August adventures…
I’ll start with my girls’ Mammoth road trip – and just the highlights and not the nitty-gritty in-betweens. Reason: my co-worker’s birthday weekend. Goal: climb and float and bike and drink. Actual: climb and dance and drink. Conclusion: the ruination of best laid plans is sometimes the best thing ever. Life lesson: loud and genuine laughter is the BEST medicine.
- We camped in the desert, made birthday pancakes and bacon, drank breakfast beers, and soaked in the super-secret siphon tub.
- We went to go climbing in Clark’s Canyon. The car died about a half mile from the parking area, which was around 5 miles down a rough road. This is where the adventures really began. So, what did we do? Left the car, hiked in, went climbing, and then hitched a ride into Mammoth to meet up with friends (with the car still safely abandoned down that dirt road).
- We met up with friends for a couple of days that consisted of inconsistency. We ate delicious food, had fun conversations and awkward moments, made new friends, danced the nights away, and became quick regulars at the local brewery.
- We eventually rescued the car via a really nice guy with a great jeep and a pooling of AAA resources. We got home thanks to Alanna’s Momma and her accommodating rental car.
- We once again proved that the real purpose of the workweek is to recover from the weekend.
It can be a crazy life out there. The key is to embrace it (though maybe not always the craziest parts) and to laugh fully and with reckless abandon.