I had just finished my 5 days in the back country of the Weminuche Wilderness. I got back to town and saw an email from a friend of mine. The email talked about a volunteer opportunity that she thought I'd be interested in doing. She was right. It fits with my schedule and it wouldn't be an all day adventure so I was totally game to do it! What was it, you ask?
Mid-July. Snow-capped mountains. This is my story of seeing the Rocky Mountains for the first time. My trip began in the evening. Angela is driving, while I look out the window like a child staring into a toy store window, face pressed to the glass, taking everything in. I notice the pinks and purples of the sun set. The mountains are all around me.
Backpacking was foreign to me. I honestly didn’t even know what backpacking was. I have always been an outdoors girl, a tomboy even. However, when Brian, my husband, brought the subject up, I wasn’t too sure about it. The idea of carrying everything on my back just didn’t seem appealing to me. But I decided to appease him and let him have his fun ordering all the equipment needed, packs, sleeping bags, headlamps, bed roll, tent and I think the kitchen sink might have been in there.
People sometimes think that I work out to lose weight. Those people are the ones that don't understand what being fit is about. I'm not saying that I don't appreciate the 30 pounds I've lost in the last year, but it's just an awesome side effect. I don't have kids to “live for” and I don't have anyone to impress but myself. I do it for me--100%.