One thing that pisses me off to no end - with myself - is that I worked so hard to develop some level of physical and psychological skill when it comes to outdoors adventuring. But if I am absent from that way of life for oh say, a year, I totally lose all the strength I gained both physically and psychologically. Just a mere 1/2 mile to the primitive hot springs pool in Weir Campground in Idaho. I hiked like a grandma tourist on the way in and got lost on the way out. I nearly had a panic attack until I got back to the pools where an awesome guy named Shad took me back to the parking lot. He claims he was heading back, so the timing was perfect. But I was so embarrassed being such a wimp. I blame the dark and the fact that I'd never been there before. But still...
By the way, there's no glory greater than hiking through the woods alongside a creek, only to come to a small pool with hot water with a fairly cute naked guy being regular as I'm taking off my clothes to join him, and our conversation completely mellow and easy. Not to mention we're in a hot spring in nature where the view is always gorgeous. Anybody who's shy about the hot springing way of life really needs to reconsider. It's a slice of heaven on earth, a divine moment in an otherwise mundane existence. A hint the Paradise because we really should be living like this all the time.
Even if I did get stressed out on the way out, it was still worth it. Let me just say, Aaaahhhhh.....
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