my biggest challenge this year has been settling back into the normalcies of life. relocating to san diego and making an affirmative decision to call it home, committing to the day to day decision making and adult responsibilities has been challenging, exhausting and often conflicting to what i spent the summer and early fall last year engulfed in. “adulting” in all ways that i’ve experienced is polar opposites of the liberating feeling of being outdoors, traveling and adventuring.
living in a region where it’s nearly impossible to find an excuse that will keep you indoors and stationary, i put it out into the universe that i needed to do whatever it takes to create my own routine and to see, do and explore as much as i possibly can while i’m here. this lead me to encinitas and to meet my new friend and road trip buddy, tim.
next thing you know, tim, his friend kris and i were packed inside two cars headed five hours northeast towards vegas. i sat in the passenger seat of tim’s saab, staring out the window, watching the horizon change with the time of day and the location. although i was in a car with a complete stranger, headed to a place i’d never been, i felt at home, comfortable. nostalgic feelings of road tripping across america grew as we passed signs and points of nature i had speed past months back while en route to san diego.
i excused myself a little after four am to my tent to snuggle into my sleeping bag to escape from the desert chill and to get a few hours of sleep. the closer it got to sunrise, the colder it seemed to get and i was woken by small shivers and a soft kiss of sun rays peeking over the ridge. it wasn’t long before the sun was high in the sky and the campground was stirring with a whole community, unknown to us upon our arrival. we each took our own time getting ready for the day ahead; kris preparing breakfast, tim scoping out the area and me, just taking in being in the outdoors.
we cleaned our campsite and prepared for a morning hike, slabbing on sunblock, filling our bottles with water and packing our bags with what we wanted to hit the trail. chatting with our campground neighbors, two climbers who had met each other on the road, one from colorado the other from canada, we were pointed towards the trails.
we zigzagged up the mountain top, each taking our own time. the higher we got, the footing became looser, the trail less defined, the deeper my breath became. i hiked, crawled and climbed my way over and in between rocks, using every limb and testing out each step before putting my full weight into it. toward the top, we were separated, tim spending a few on his own to take it all in, kris and i powered to the peak. after spending some time at the top looking over everything, we headed back down, taking another path and as kris said “the easier route.”