Just got back from four days in the wilderness by myself. I was so scared before I left but there was no need. My heart is feeling full.
You are so excited to go on a trip. And suddenly, something hurts. Like REALLY hurts. What do you do?
This year, I’ve had to turn around before reaching the summit far more times than I’ve made it to any desired destination. My friends carry even more of the gear than before. I often have had to lay down for long rests in inconvenient (but beautiful) spaces.
Definitely not Type 2 fun.
I heard screaming in the distance as I hurried down the path. My friend was holding her hand covered in blood. A finger lay on the ground a few feet away from her. I froze in fear for a moment before I composed myself. It was a rubber finger. The blood was fake too.