Re-starting my blog once more:
I had a grand adventure a couple of weeks ago with my son that I’ll start with. Next week my post will focus on writing.
Have you ever heard of Potato Chip Rock? Didn’t think so unless you live near Poway, CA. One more bucket list item checked off. I hadn’t even heard of it until I moved away from that city. The hike is a 2 mile trek up Mt. Woodson.
My son Brian was my guide. It’s the toughest 4 mile hike I’ve ever gone on.
We hiked through beautiful terrain.
I made myself notice the beauty every few minutes when I stopped and gasped for breath.
We climbed 1,300 feet in elevation in the 2 miles up.
Potato Chip Rock deserves its name, and I wish I could have had my picture taken on top, but I couldn’t climb up the crack in the rock necessary to reach it.
I waited my turn in line, but when I needed to raise my knee to about waist height especially in that small space, my back said, “Don’t do it.” I didn’t. Still worth the hike.
The descent was easier, but by then my body was telling me “enough!” Brian made sure I drank enough water all along the way, and gave me a granola bar for calories before starting down.
I was surprised I didn’t have sore muscles the next day. My calves were burning on the way up, and the top of my thighs on the way down.
Was I disappointed that I couldn’t go to the top of Potato Chip Rock? Yes! But not devastated. At my age I’m thankful I could take the journey with my son.
One on one time with any of my children is always special.
It’s an adventure I’ll always remember.
I can do hard things, but I still have to be smart, and know when to let it go.