I want to lie on the warm slickrock.
Yep, collapsed on the hard stone when I finally, finally, FINALLY, made it back to my campsite.
I want to escape emotional mini-drama
Didn’t manage that until I was out of cell range. Thank god for blank spots on the technological map.
I want to hike until I drop.
Did I really ask for that?
Or until my stubby-legged dog drops.
24 hours later and he’s still asleep.
I want to sleep in a pile of down.
I want to breathe.
Was thinking expansive breaths, not panting and anxiety-driven hyperventilating.
I want to not worry about money.
Who cares about money when you’re not sure you will ever return to civilization?
I want to not risk being misunderstood.
No worries about that when I didn’t see another soul.
I want to feel strong.
I did. For a long time. Before I felt weak, exhausted, and mildly embarrassed. I feel strong again now.
I want hot Emergen-C at sunset and hot coffee at sunrise.
The morning coffee was everything that I had hoped for – in my pile of down – with my stubby legged dog.
I want to stretch my legs, my mind, my spirit.
Oh I stretched it all, for sure: joy, wonder, bliss, befuddlement, confusion, anxiety, fear, worry, relief, joy, merriment.
Can’t get there fast enough.
Can’t wait to go again..