Then this past month I both watched and read, "Into the Wild", which you'd think a story about a kid dying (not a spoiler, I swear) in a failed attempt to "live off the land" would cause me to swear off all kinds of nature. But no, despite the fact that the film was so emotionally jilting it actually gave me nightmares and kinda pushed me off center for a couple days, I kept imagining pretty pictures of Alaska. Then, at one point I realized that if this kid can live like a vagabond for like 2 years and spend about 100 days in Alaska with a gun, some rice and not much more, surely, SURELY Nick and I could go hiking.
So one day I turn to Nick and say, "We should learn to hike."
"What do you mean learn to hike? You put on shoes and walk. You've been hiking before."
"No, I haven't. I have just been on like nature walks and stuff. I mean real hiking."
"What is 'real' hiking?"
"Like where we have to take backpacks. And we are gone all day. And we run into a bear, but thankfully we have read up and know what to do and we barely make it out alive...no pun intended."
"I know, can we go buy a book?"
So we did. Now I have about 5 or 6 suggested hikes bookmarked. They are all short, just a few miles or so. I am a baby steps sorta girl. They are pretty local so the plan is; (if the weather holds) get up Saturday, work out, then have an outdoor adventure.
If I am not back sometime next week just assume I had a run in with an alligator. Or, more likely, tripped over a log and busted my arm.