This time last year, I was visiting Montana for the second time.
I'd survived Memorial Day at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Fund, where I was doing communications at the time. Obama had been our speaker, it was the biggest event in town and one of the hottest days of the year.
While I was having heat stroke, Mark was sending me pictures of snow on the deck.
A few days later, I was Montana bound.
With just a few days to spend together back when we were doing this uber long distance relationship nonsense, we opted to check out the Highwood Mountains, about an hour out of town.
The first night we camped and brought his dog with us. She didn't sleep too well with all the nature sounds and when we woke up it was raining. By the time we ate oatmeal for breakfast, it was pouring.
We'd planned to hike in and camp again, but we decided to pack up and take the dog home.
Of course it was sunny at home so we decided to get back out and hike.
Only thing was that everything was wet and muddy, but we trucked on.
The trail was beautiful and we were having fun climbing over downed trees, sitting on rock formations and creek jumping.
After a very steep stretch, when I thought my legs might just give out, we came to a clearing and were very, very close to the top of this particular mini mountain, or hill, all I know is it was steep! That's when the sky opened up. A cold, hard rain complete with lightning and thunder.
It's possible I haven't mentioned this, so I'll tell you now, I HATE getting rained on. Once my shoes get squishy, game over. I might as well be 5 years old. I am a miserable, soggy, pouting mess.
The rain didn't stop.
We were huddling under a tree with hardly any over and my rain jacket was guiding rain all into my boots and my pants were soaked through and then I was freezing.
I'm all for adventures and the outdoors, but as I started thinking we'd be trapped in this wet mess all night, I really just wanted to cry. I couldn't even bury my face in Mark's chest because all I got was a faceful of cold rain.
Eventually, it stopped and Mark decided we should keep going. So we did. And I must admit it was beautiful with clouds moving over us and a vivid rainbow stretching in front of us.
Mark pulled out a pack of fruit snacks for me and my pants dried and we explored a bit more until the doomsday looking rain clouds started coming at us with increasing speed.
The fruit snacks have become a staple on our trips. I had picked them up while we were grabbing food stuffs for the trip, then put them back down since they were kind of expensive.
Mark said, "If you were out in the mountains and got caught in a rain storm, what would make you happy?"
Me: Fruit snacks.
Mark: Get the fruit snacks.
It's the simple things, I tell ya.
I'd survived Memorial Day at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Fund, where I was doing communications at the time. Obama had been our speaker, it was the biggest event in town and one of the hottest days of the year.
While I was having heat stroke, Mark was sending me pictures of snow on the deck.
A few days later, I was Montana bound.
With just a few days to spend together back when we were doing this uber long distance relationship nonsense, we opted to check out the Highwood Mountains, about an hour out of town.
The first night we camped and brought his dog with us. She didn't sleep too well with all the nature sounds and when we woke up it was raining. By the time we ate oatmeal for breakfast, it was pouring.
We'd planned to hike in and camp again, but we decided to pack up and take the dog home.
Of course it was sunny at home so we decided to get back out and hike.
Only thing was that everything was wet and muddy, but we trucked on.
The trail was beautiful and we were having fun climbing over downed trees, sitting on rock formations and creek jumping.
After a very steep stretch, when I thought my legs might just give out, we came to a clearing and were very, very close to the top of this particular mini mountain, or hill, all I know is it was steep! That's when the sky opened up. A cold, hard rain complete with lightning and thunder.
It's possible I haven't mentioned this, so I'll tell you now, I HATE getting rained on. Once my shoes get squishy, game over. I might as well be 5 years old. I am a miserable, soggy, pouting mess.
The rain didn't stop.
We were huddling under a tree with hardly any over and my rain jacket was guiding rain all into my boots and my pants were soaked through and then I was freezing.
I'm all for adventures and the outdoors, but as I started thinking we'd be trapped in this wet mess all night, I really just wanted to cry. I couldn't even bury my face in Mark's chest because all I got was a faceful of cold rain.
Eventually, it stopped and Mark decided we should keep going. So we did. And I must admit it was beautiful with clouds moving over us and a vivid rainbow stretching in front of us.
Mark pulled out a pack of fruit snacks for me and my pants dried and we explored a bit more until the doomsday looking rain clouds started coming at us with increasing speed.
The fruit snacks have become a staple on our trips. I had picked them up while we were grabbing food stuffs for the trip, then put them back down since they were kind of expensive.
Mark said, "If you were out in the mountains and got caught in a rain storm, what would make you happy?"
Me: Fruit snacks.
Mark: Get the fruit snacks.
It's the simple things, I tell ya.
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