Subes for life!

I finished my gear rearranging for the day*, and decided to hike down and refill the waddies bottles. And lo and behold, what do I see, but an older woman buried halfway in the trunk of her car, trying to finish rearranging all her gear for the day.

She popped out and gave a Howdy Ho and explained that she was on the way to Reno for a doctor appointment and her husband wasn’t feeling well and was in the restroom and she was getting organized while she waited for him and she was next in line for the toilet and they were from Olancha. And then, she took a breath and asked if I was doing some hiking.

Now, you don’t know where Olancha is, because no one knows where Olancha is. [Nobody lives there any more.] In fact, as she explained, every application on her computer auto-corrects it to Atlanta and she has to change it back. I do happen to know where Olancha is, as I’ve driven through that neck of the woods (desert) several times now, and there’s a really good rest stop near by, but even I was momentarily confused and asked, “Atlanta?” As in, don’t they have doctors you could go to in Georgia? I mean, it seems logical that they just might have one or two, and that would save her a drive to Reno with her sick husband who was supposed to be driving but she felt fine so she was driving and it was for her appointment anyway.

I blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t pranking me with her breathless life story, but I just answered her question and moved away to signal the end of our palavering. Yes, I’m doing some hiking. And cycling. And, bouldering. And, also just walking aimlessly and enjoying the great outdoors.

For example, came across this beaut of a creek today:

From my camp site, I can hear running water but there is no obvious way to get over to it. Dense brush, thickets of young forest, Deeds’ laziness … you know, the usual excuses. And so, I popped a beer and made a plan. Today would be the day to conquer the wilds and find that hidden creek.

But, spoiler alert, there is a utility access road that leads right to it. Couple-a signs saying No Trespassing and other ominous big words, but I did the few hundred meters walk into the woods (not singing, BTW, as I was not in a Sondheim musical at the time), and clomped through the snow in my Chacos and made my way to the river’s edge, and thought to myself, “Hey, this is quite beautsemous and photogenic.”

And so, after walking back to my Subes4Life to retrieve my camera, walking back through the snow to visit the river, I got a few snaps and called it day. Whew!

Woulda-coulda-shoulda taken my camera with me the first time out, but I’m much better at hindsight than foresight. 20-20 hindsight: it’s my best feature** and it’s on my C.V. that way***.

Hiking is overrated, anyway.

Time for my nap.

*Yes, it’s a daily occurrence. Like brushing and flossing, there is also the gear rearranging. Because, living in a small space means there is limited room for “stuff,” and a lot of that stuff ends up in odd places or goes missing. And thus, we organize. And, reorganize.

**I heard a YouTuber say recently that he was the type of person to jump out of a window and then decide to learn how to fly. That’s exactly how I plan things, as well! And today, doing the double-hike just to get some shots for my social medias, really cemented that point.

***Which may explain my lack of job offers….