Miles and me. Harbor Mountain, Sitka, AK.
I’ve been dragged on enough death marches by Tim, that I’ve developed…
The 5 Stages of Getting Grief from Hiking with Doreen: Denial (“There's no way in hell I’m going all the way up there!”); Anger (“I can’t believe I let you take me on this f--king hike!”); Bargaining (“If we stop now, I’ll have the energy to do another hike tomorrow. Really, I promise!”); Despair (“Oh, why did I ever let you talk me into anything over 3 miles?”); Acceptance (“This is absolutely, positively, the last hike I will ever go on for the rest of my life!”)
I would add a sixth stage, one which only occurs in extreme circumstances, at a perfect storm of elevation gain, total distance, mud and bugs: Confabulation (“Look at the dog! You’re killing him!”)
Finally, when I’ve nagged enough to make even Tim agree to quit, I clutch the poodle to celebrate, beaming as I attempt to reinforce the wisdom of my husband’s capitulation.
“I’m so glad you didn’t make me continue to the top. That way, I could actually enjoy how beautiful it was. I’d even do it, again.”
“Really? Tim replied. “I wouldn’t.”
Comments (5)
So that's why you look so happy on a HIKE.
-Beth
Posted by Beth | January 20, 2008 7:17 PM
Posted on January 20, 2008 19:17
cute dog!!! what breed is he?
Posted by Vangie | January 20, 2008 7:17 PM
Posted on January 20, 2008 19:17
And, what am I? Chopped liver?
Miles is a Standard Poodle.
Posted by Doreen | January 20, 2008 7:18 PM
Posted on January 20, 2008 19:18
Yes, you are cute also.
I am curous about your motorhome ?
Is that a bus or what ?
Posted by Tom | January 20, 2008 7:19 PM
Posted on January 20, 2008 19:19
Well... it's about time!
Thank you!
It's a Prevost, a bus. If you want to know more about the guy stuff associated with it, read a couple of the earlier posts from June, about our building it (and the many, many mishaps we had our very first day out).
Posted by Doreen | January 20, 2008 7:19 PM
Posted on January 20, 2008 19:19