Hitting the Wall at Eight Thousand Feet
“I think I’m going to barf! I need to lay down.”
“Seriously?” Sarah slowed to a stop and looked back at me.
“Shouldn’t have eaten those cherry-flavored licorice vines,” I muttered as I dropped my camera pack to the ground. “My throat is killing me. I need water.”
“I have about a teaspoon left,” Sarah said as she handed me her water bottle. “You can have it. I feel fine.”
“Thanks.” I sank to the ground and tiredly lifted her bottle to my lips. A trickle of warm water slithered into my mouth. I almost gagged. At least my mouth didn’t feel like a cotton boll any more. “Wake me up in a half an hour,” I told Sarah. “I hope I’ll feel better by then.”
“How much further do we have to go?” Sarah asked as she settled onto a patch of almost rockless ground next to me.
“Too far,” I murmured as I closed my eyes and wondered what in the world had possessed me to make this trip in the first place. It had seemed like such a fun idea at the time—spend my last Saturday before school started hiking the Bridger Ridge Trail with my favorite hiking buddy—my daughter Sarah, and two friends.
Our trail had turned out more of a trial.
Cool Beginnings
The day had started off cool and beautiful. The sky over the Crazy Mountains lit up as the rising sun reached its anxious fingers towards the bright yellow flowers growing halfway up Sacajawea Peak. Mountain goats traversed the side of Hardscrabble Peak, causing a waterfall of rocks down the slope. The sun warmed the vibrant yellows and golds of the rocks and flowers leading from a hidden valley to the saddle.
My husband had snapped a photo of the four of us at the trailhead—Sarah, two of my friends and myself –at 4:45. We all looked confident and ready to take on a grueling 19-mile-trek over some of the roughest territory in the county. But now, Sarah and I were the only ones hiking and I felt like I’d been sucker-punched. The first four or five miles had been easy—pleasant even. My friend Ingrid and I had stopped often to take photos of the rugged beauty, the sunrise, the butterflies, the views.
I clearly remembered telling my husband, “Well, if a 70-year-old man can do this hike in five or six hours, it shouldn’t take us more than eight hours.”
After nine miles on the trail, I had started to really admire the spry 70-year-old who did the trail in six hours. Of course, our plan for the day hadn’t gone according to the script. We had to wait an extra thirty for Leisel to decide that rest wouldn’t help her knee. It took an additional forty-five minutes to get a hold of Pedro to come and rescue Leisel on his motorcycle at one of the passes. Ingrid had gone down with Leisel to the rescue point and decided not to try to catch up to us—wise choice!
The Dangerous Middle Passage
I groaned softly, and pummeled myself mentally. Sleep wafted just out of reach, but my cranky stomach gurgled. I wished for something to eat—something other than trail mix. I’d foolishly thought I could survive for 19 miles with two big bags of trail mix, an apple, a cheese sandwich, and a gallon of water. I never wanted to see trail mix again.
And water? I shouldn’t think about water. The wind had been sucking every ounce of moisture out of me for the last four hours. If they found my body next week, they’d presume I my mummified body had come from the Sahara.
At one point, while traversing a narrow ridge, the wind blew so hard that I had linked arms with Sarah in order keep her from blowing off the mountain. Ok, maybe she actually wouldn’t have blown off. But the wind blew hard enough that she could lean forward at a 70-degree angle and not fall down.
No way I would I find the strength to finish this little hike. But helicopter rescues were out of my price-range.
Motorcycles? Pedro had vowed never to ride his motorcycle up Baldy again, and I languished somewhere on the side of Baldy. Out of the question. I had no desire to ride down on a motorcycle, either—no matter how good the driver.
Would the Trail Ever End?
“Mom?” Sarah’s whisper broke up my pity party.
“Uhgh,” I muttered.
“It’s been about a half an hour. Are you ready?”
I pulled my carcass to the locked, upright position. “Ummm.”
“Those hikers that gave you the licorice said we only had five miles to get to the trailhead.”
“Yeah.”
“And we’ve come at least a mile or two since then.”
“Uhn-hum.”
“Mom, I think you can do it!” Sarah chirped.
How did she know that’s what I needed—someone to assure me that I could do this. “O.k.,” I said.
“Do you want me to carry your backpack?”
“Yeah. You sure?”
“Mom, I feel great. That nap really helped.” She grabbed my backpack and put it on over her own water pack. “Let’s go!” She reached out and helped me to my feet.
I could do this! I could hike another three or four miles! All downhill—how hard could that be? Just one foot in front of the other. My little mountain goat bounded off down the trail. I followed behind her, muttering to myself, “I think I can, I think I can.”
A kind gentleman headed up the trail gave me some water forty minutes later. When we got to the bench below the ‘M’ on the side of the mountain, we took photos of each other. Victory—and sundown—were both in sight.
Crazy Endings
“You can see the truck from here,” Sarah assured me. “I’m just going to run down, o.k.?”
“Yep,” I answered. She had time for a short nap before I made it to the parking lot.
“You know,” I said as I started the truck, “next time we hike this trial, I won’t take my big camera.”
“Next time?” Sarah looked at me like I had sprouted fins in my forehead.
“Yeah. Next time. I’ll train better. Take more water. We’ll be prepared!”
“And you won’t eat any licorice!” Sarah interjected.
I answered with a tired smile, “Next time. I KNOW I can hike it faster than a 70-year-old man!”
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Editor’s note: This story first appeared on my other blog, Blessed (but Stressed)
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Wow–you said “next time!”
You’re amazing!
Michele Morin recently posted…Treasuring the Uncomfortable Church
Haha! This is the story of our first journey…we did it again the next year…with slightly better results. I still need to work on the 70-year-old’s record, though ;).
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
I love that you persevered through your sickness, tiredness and insecurities, Anita! This is such a great metaphor for how the “trials” of life can overwhelm us. But we simply need to rest, refresh ourselves and take along a wonderful cheerleader. In your case, that cheerleader was your daughter. But in the case of every Christ-follower, it is our cheerleading and empowering Lord! I’ll be pinning my friend!
Beth recently posted…Comment on 12 Tested Verses to Give Hope to the Unequally Yoked Spouse by Sarah Geringer
Thank you, Beth! My daughter rocks! She did the hike with me again the next year, too :).
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
Anita,
Yes!! I been down those (or up those) trails and I’ve also been through those trials. A lot of similar analogies along the way….needing to rest….needing a cheerleader….feeling like quitting….enjoyed accompanying you on your journey!
Blessings,
Bev xx
Bev @ Walking Well With God recently posted…A Cure For If Only
Thanks, Bev! I’m learning to take my daughter’s cheerleader habits to other people I encounter :).
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
Anita, I love that you said “next time” after it all. It is so true … once we get through something, it doesn’t seem so bad and we know we could do it again. Or, endure it again 🙂 I loved reading this story!
Joanne Viola recently posted…Lessons From A Houseguest
I guess I need to write Part Deux ;). We DID do it again! And we trained, too.
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
I’m impressed you’re thinking about next time! I’m glad you made it to the end, and that your daughter was there to encourage you. It’s amazing how just a few words of encouragement can have such an impact!
Lesley recently posted…God, Don’t You Care?
I’m actually thinking about how we could do it a third time…we ARE a little nuts ;).
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
It’s amazing how just a victory at the end of a trial gives us the inspiration to try again. We do learn from our trials on the trail of life, don’t we? Hooray for you for knowing when to rest and giving you the courage to try again. And your daughter is a delight.
There’s something about trials and victory that build us up, for sure.
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Kudos to you for trying it in the first place, and then planning for “next time” despite the difficulties.
Barbara H. recently posted…The blessing of certainty
;). My daughter and I are a little nuts…the training for our next attempt included hanging on the side of a cliff trying to figure out how to get down (or if going up would be a better idea).
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
Oh my, Anita! That’s quite a story and you are up for a next time? I’m not sure I would be after that, but then again, I like a challenge. Maybe your idea of training more and bringing more water and food would make it easier next time. What a great cheerleader your daughter was for you! I love it! Blessings to you! xo
Kids are awesome, aren’t they! Our two Bridger Ridge treks kept a strong bond between us during some difficult times. Going through trials together builds bonds of understanding.
Anita Ojeda recently posted…The Incredible Responsibility of Privilege
Yes, I’ve taken trails that I wish I hadn’t taken (or at least that I wasn’t prepared for). I’m glad you were able to finish yours! And that you were inspired to go back again. I might have written it off forever. 🙂
Lisa notes recently posted…Let Them Help You
There must be something about my personality that engenders crazy experiences like this. My hubby and I have been on a few doozy bike rides (we ended up on the wrong trail and it turned into a trial 😉 ).
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
You have such a beautiful gift for storytelling. I love your determination and I saw that in you as soon as we met last summer at the FMF Retreat. I was thinking to myself, I would love to be Anita when I grow up. Now I will clarify that hiking 19 miles probably won’t happen but hiking several miles will! 🙂
Mary Geisen recently posted…Do You Trust God’s Plan?
Aww, you’re so sweet! We need to hang out some more (we can go for a shorter hike).
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
I admire you so much. Your stick-to-it-tiveness!!! And like Mary says, you have a gift for storytelling. xo
You’re so sweet! I need to visit NC again and go birding with you!
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
Way to go for finishing! That sounds tough. I love hiking, but we never go more 2 miles!
Setting the right goal is important-hard enough to be a challenge and not that hard that give up.
Sarah recently posted…Prayer Changes Me
So true! All too often I bite off my than I can chew (or map out more than I can hike). I need to remember my zone of proximal development!
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Let Light Transform You From Bleh to Beautiful
Happy Valentine’s Day, neighbor-at-Holley’s! I love the mama/daughter photo and yes, praise God for those cheerleaders He brings into our lives … in person friends and family and blogging buddies who faithfully keep us company through the ups and downs and huge transitions.
Bless you this afternoon, Anita …
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Thank you, Linda! I loved your post today–I’m so glad we were neighbors!
Anita Ojeda recently posted…Why is the World So Full of Violence?
Some older people I probably couldn’t climb after either, then again in mid life I am stronger than i thought, giving Him glory.