So, I’ve had multiple close encounters of near death experiences. From getting clipped by a car (my knee took the brunt of that), getting crushed between pallets (cracking my hard hat, breaking a few ribs), falling over 25 feet (landing on my face), getting my foot stuck in a gutter-falling off a roof, slicing my wrist (accidentally, as a kid) …. I could go on.
Some of the hardest things I’ve done were when I was sick, getting over being sick, or pretty badly injured. Last year, I had a pretty hard mountain bike crash, the crash itself wasn’t scary … well, maybe it was for anyone watching, but the actual crash for me felt more like, “Here we go…avoid the cacti.” It was pretty surreal. Afterwards, I knew I was concussed and I had really bad lacerations, in addition to some nice bruises, black eye, and sand/dirt/desert rash. I was in a lot of pain… much deeper than any of the surface wounds that I could show people, and in retrospect, I should have gone to the ER, but I didn’t. Instead, I drove (in an obscene amount of pain) 5 hours east to New Mexico, and visited some relatives that I don’t get to see very often.
They took me to Canyon de Chelly, Window Rock, and El Morro. Now, the LAST thing I wanted to do was hike especially since I was barely able to walk, and every time I did walk, the lacerations on my thighs would reopen and I’d bleed, but I wasn’t about to admit that to anyone, and so, I went hiking… and those 3 hikes, were excruciatingly painful, but the memory of each of them isn’t the pain, but the beauty of the surroundings. Canyon de Chelly, so beautiful and unique, and there was this incredibly aged tree right by the ruins. Window Rock, well, to be honest, I’m not Native American, so I was definitely not supposed to be on top of it, but so awesome to climb to the top and look out over everything. El Morro, so much history to be studied of the Western Expansion and looking at the names who passed through and graffiti-ed the walls.
The craziest part of this entire trip was, I had just come from Glacier National Park (for the first time), hiked Pike’s Peak, Zion National Park, and had just been to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, and when I think about that 8 week trip, which took place last April into May and June, I forget about those hikes and excursions, and remember the 3 little day trips that I took when I REALLY didn’t want to go for a hike, but I’m so glad I did.