So, my friend Kimmie calls me up yesterday and says she has booked a campsite at Havasupai for a weekend in August for a moms and boys trip and would my boy and I want to come....riiiiiiiiight.
Ok, for those of you who don't live in Arizona, this is one of the most spectacular locations on the planet, (see above photos) yet a famously grueling hike to get to....several hours of backpacking carrying all your gear, food and water in the blazing sun, etc. etc. I know, for someone younger and without chronic pain it might only cost you a few blisters...but for me it means fear. Fear of real pain and discomfort and potential injury. I'm someone with so many back/hip/neck/knee aches just during normal life, how on earth do I think I could manage this? Plus I have to sleep on a double foam topper on my bed so as not to be in pain---IN MY OWN BED! I know that camping on a tent pad in the sand won't get me much sleep either..... So what do you think I said? I said yes! of course. We have time to plan, time to get into better shape, time to do those leg extensions to help save my knees....time to get a scrip for pain pills, sleeping pills and possibly morphine. Time to save up for the helicopter ride out of the canyon when I can no longer walk...
I haven't had an adventure in so long I can't even remember...maybe it was childbirth. I feel like an adventure has-been, a geezer, an old crotchety lady with no more wind in her sails--like the grave is calling my name if I don't do this. (is this a midlife crisis? naaaaah)
Haven't mentioned it to the boy yet. His siblings did it with their dad years ago, and loved it. He's down, I'm sure.
Oh, to add to our thrills--this is right in the middle of flash flood season. (probably why the campsite had openings) Wheeee!