Wet flakes.
Friday afternoon, as I was packed and pumped to spend a few days hiking and slumbering in the Pemigewasset wilderness, I decided last minute, to check the weather forecast. Now, if I was my roommate Melissa, this would have been done hourly for several days prior to our Friday departure, but unfortunately I am not Melissa. I saw sunshine outside, and so assumed there would be sunshine up north, and all across the world. I am sure you can see where this is heading. The forecast called for showers,rain, and thunderstorms (all variations of REALLY WET).
But of course the weather report is often wrong. I took a class in college aptly named "Weather", and though I still have no idea how cold fronts work or what El Nino is... I did take away the very important knowledge that you really can't forecast the weather. They are guessing. Every time.
We drove north and stayed in Chico's friend's brand new beautiful cabin. Saturday we woke up bright and early, ready to attack the 7 miles into where we would be sleeping, come rain or snow. As we were getting in the truck I realized, oops! I had forgotten my hiking boots in the trunk of my car three hours away. No worries though, I am a go-with-the-flow kind of girl. I had my spiffy new keen's, the trail was relativley flat and my ankles are relitively sturdy. Minor setback.
We got to the trail as the sky continued to darken. A mile in and it felt like eight at night, not ten in the morning. I tried praying to the heavens, but it seems someone was pleading more urgently for a downpour. It came. And kept coming. At franconia falls, about 3.5 miles in, I wimpily informed Chico that I would not be sleeping in the rain. My feet were wet. I was cold. And the thought of setting up camp in a puddle did not sound as appealing as another night in a dry cozy cabin with great a fireplace , good book and wine. We hiked out.
A few hours later we had built a great bonfire in the cabin's backyard. We were under the stars (in a brief intermission between storms) I had eaten my third s'more, I was kicking butt in my firemaking abilities, I was half way through "Mutant Message Down Under" (amazing book! read it read it), listening to "the Notch" radio station on surround sound (which by the way is one of the best station's I have ever heard. Rumor is some rich dude moved up north and started this radio station with just the music he had always wanted to be played without annoying commercials every 2 seconds). It was perfect.
So moral of the story is, I am a flake. I know many of you know this about me already when I have conversations like:
me- "I lost my wallet!"
friend- "I am not surprised."
But,being a flake isn't so bad. There are certainly worse things to be. So, I think it is time for me to accept this about myself.I CHOOSE TO EMBRACE MY FLAKINESS.
Friday afternoon, as I was packed and pumped to spend a few days hiking and slumbering in the Pemigewasset wilderness, I decided last minute, to check the weather forecast. Now, if I was my roommate Melissa, this would have been done hourly for several days prior to our Friday departure, but unfortunately I am not Melissa. I saw sunshine outside, and so assumed there would be sunshine up north, and all across the world. I am sure you can see where this is heading. The forecast called for showers,rain, and thunderstorms (all variations of REALLY WET).
But of course the weather report is often wrong. I took a class in college aptly named "Weather", and though I still have no idea how cold fronts work or what El Nino is... I did take away the very important knowledge that you really can't forecast the weather. They are guessing. Every time.
We drove north and stayed in Chico's friend's brand new beautiful cabin. Saturday we woke up bright and early, ready to attack the 7 miles into where we would be sleeping, come rain or snow. As we were getting in the truck I realized, oops! I had forgotten my hiking boots in the trunk of my car three hours away. No worries though, I am a go-with-the-flow kind of girl. I had my spiffy new keen's, the trail was relativley flat and my ankles are relitively sturdy. Minor setback.
We got to the trail as the sky continued to darken. A mile in and it felt like eight at night, not ten in the morning. I tried praying to the heavens, but it seems someone was pleading more urgently for a downpour. It came. And kept coming. At franconia falls, about 3.5 miles in, I wimpily informed Chico that I would not be sleeping in the rain. My feet were wet. I was cold. And the thought of setting up camp in a puddle did not sound as appealing as another night in a dry cozy cabin with great a fireplace , good book and wine. We hiked out.
A few hours later we had built a great bonfire in the cabin's backyard. We were under the stars (in a brief intermission between storms) I had eaten my third s'more, I was kicking butt in my firemaking abilities, I was half way through "Mutant Message Down Under" (amazing book! read it read it), listening to "the Notch" radio station on surround sound (which by the way is one of the best station's I have ever heard. Rumor is some rich dude moved up north and started this radio station with just the music he had always wanted to be played without annoying commercials every 2 seconds). It was perfect.
So moral of the story is, I am a flake. I know many of you know this about me already when I have conversations like:
me- "I lost my wallet!"
friend- "I am not surprised."
But,being a flake isn't so bad. There are certainly worse things to be. So, I think it is time for me to accept this about myself.I CHOOSE TO EMBRACE MY FLAKINESS.
posted by Karen at 3:21 PM
1 Comments:
I'm no supposed to cry just yet my Meaggy, but you are pretty good at bringing on the tears. Let it be known though, that you are one of the most amazing, fun, crazy, beautiful, kind and funny people I have ever and probably will ever, know. The good thing is that i can't be too sad leaving you, because it is not a goodbye, just a "see you in an indefinite period of time" sort of thing.
I think we have known each other all our lives, in one way or another. Like Vickie said, we share a soul. I will miss laughing with you.
k
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