— Laozi (via theantiquated)
Two days, and my best friend out here moves cross country. 1 month and the boy that means so much to me moves out of the country. 1.5 months until I turn 23. 2 months until my life as I know it, as I’ve become so comfortable with, ceases to exist.
I feel like I haven’t been living in reality these past 9 months. Adventures all the time? The freedom to drive wherever I want? I’ve been lucky. I’ve been blessed. That can’t be real life. Totally not sustainable. Maybe I should have been saving every penny and not living for the moment? I guess I’m just anxious about that next step again. What on earth am I going to be doing 2 months from now? Ugh.
As great as that hike was … it was probably the worst possible thing I could have done for my body. There’s no sugar coating it, I was in pretty severe pain hiking up to the lakes. Lifting my left leg higher than a few inches off the ground was a struggle so I was pretty much dragging my foot on that side. Can you say horrible awkward posture to compensate? Sometimes, I would get my left foot snagged on a rock … and then it would pull on my hip flexor … and I would let out an audible wimper and contort my face in all shapes of ugly. It reminds me too much of the pain I felt after I tore my PCL … and that terrifies me.
I’m stubborn. I was going to make it to that lake even if it meant crawling on my hands and knees. Now I’m paying the price for that pride.
Yeah so the hip is really bad. I’m giving myself a week of ice, ibuprofen, and real rest (no gym or hikes). If it’s not improved by the end of the week, I may have to get it looked at. This is the worst.
8.4 miles, 2500 ft elevation gain, classically gorgeous sierra hike complete with an alpine lake -Monarch Lakes Hike out of Mineral King, SEKI
Camped for one night with a big group (16!) of friends. We got a late start to hiking this baby and then we chilled at the lake for a few hours … so we just made it down by dusk. There was a huge range of skill levels so we kind of hiked it in small fluid groups. On a good day I probably would have been up near the front, but my hip flexor was really acting up so I fell somewhere in the middle/back of the pack; this meant that I got to hike long stretches alone which I really enjoyed. Oh and why yes I stripped down to my skivvies and swam in this lake … it was the definition of refreshing. I am SO glad I did.
-Pie for epic camping weekend. This is how I make friends.
-Mini pie for the homeowners I’m sitting for … because extra dough and berries must not go to waste.
-Arm bruise from shooting yesterday. Rookie archery mistake. It looks ridiculous.
Off the mountains I go. Slept like crap! Hopefully I’ll pass out on the very windy 2.5 hour drive up. Or else it’s going to be a miserable hike and I’ll be a lameo when it comes to socializing afterwards. Shouldn’t have stayed up to bake 2 more pies and watch GOT. But really it was the dogs … so needy and in my face last night. Like newborn infants …
"Invasive species management" … EAT ALL OF THEM.
Not my prettiest pie … That’s what happens when you’re housitting and don’t know where anything is in the kitchen and it’s 82 degrees inside and your butter dough is a sticky fragile mess.
But I bet you thought my pie looked great. :)
Fried egg over easy with cheddar on leftover chicken breast with guacamole and a polka dot party of sriracha.