My husband, Rick, is the kind of guy who knows what he wants and takes the most direct route to achieve his goal. Me, not so much.
Rick and I started the hike together, but it wasn’t long before I was lagging behind. He, being the direct-route-kinda-guy was walking at a brisk pace, straight toward the top of the Dome.
I, on the other hand, kept looking around me as I hiked at a slower pace, wondering and making observations. For example:
- Why do some pine cones land straight-up when most land on their side?
- Some trees have beautiful layers and layers of crusty bark. How long does it take for the bark to look like this?
- What a cute tree little tree. She’s lucky she lives in Yosemite (where she’s protected), or she would make someone a great Christmas tree.
- I wonder what happened here, and how long ago it happened? Were the trees struck by lightning? Were they diseased? And did they fall at the same time?
- Even with all of the trees that were affected by the fires in Yosemite and the damage the Bark Beetle left behind, you can’t stop new growth, new beginnings.
- How sad. This mighty tree, fallen, hidden under a bush. I wonder what it wanted to be when it grew up. (The Tale of Three Trees, making its appearance in my mind.)
- I thought our shadows were interesting and had to stop to take a picture.
When we started hiking together years ago, I encouraged Rick to slow down and enjoy the hike. He patiently told me that he was enjoying the hike, just in a different way than I was enjoying it. It took me a while to understand that, but now I get it.
The bottom line, though is that we both loved what we were doing and felt great when we reached our goal. Granted, I reached it a bit after Rick did, but still….
P.S. How does hiking make YOU feel? And what is your Best Hike Ever?