In my humble opinion, my husband is the perfect combination of manly/rugged/likes to get dirty and sweet/helpful/sensitive to my female emotions. I realize that I’m totally flattering him, but the man amazes me. Perhaps that’s what you get after being with someone for 10 years!
So this is where I’m going with this….we had a conversation back in January before he left for deployment that went like this:
John: Shoog, I’ve been thinking about going on a hiking trip after I get out of the Navy.
Me: Oh ok! That sounds good. What are your thoughts about it? Give me details.
John: Do you want to take off and come with me? I’m looking at the high sierras in California. It’ll take some time to hike this trail.
Me: How much time we talkin’?
John: A few weeks. Without a shower. We’ll sleep in a tent and carry everything we need in our packs.
Me: …(long pause)
John: (laughing) It’ll be awesome!
Me: (laughing) Ummm, yeah…..no. Nope, can’t take off work. Sorry Charlie. You tend to look much better all dirty and scruffy than I do.
Well, guess where John has been for the past couple weeks?
In California, of course. Hiking the John Muir Trail with one of his good friends he met during bootcamp in the Navy. This friend would make a much better companion than me. I’d be grouchy by the third day.
little big trip took a lot of planning though. Everything he needed for a couple weeks was in his pack. We’re talking freeze dried food, sleeping bag, water sterilizer thing (don’t ask me what it’s called), map, tent, bear canisters (these were required by Yosemite Park to help minimize the smell of their food….yeah, scary), clothes for warm weather, clothes for cold weather, trekking poles, and a bunch of other crap.
The pictures from his trip speak for themselves, but really don’t do the place justice, according to John. Despite a huge blister on his foot and an uber sore body, hubs had a blast and said it was so surreal!
Whoa is me! How gorgeous are those photos?! And to actually be there must have been amazing! I give him a hard time (all in fun), but I admire his willingness to test his body and do something like this!
I was ready to have him back though. You know… I needed some help putting back on the chair cushions I just recovered. And I missed him. And I had to sit through a tropical storm by myself. Ick. But he did send me a sweet little post card while he was gone. In his childish handwriting. I’ll spare you the mushy stuff.
Love him to bits and pieces.