There we are – the three crazy ones – on the first summit: quick photo and then get the heck back down and out of the wind.
But that was yesterday. Today, I have become convinced that I was born to be lazy. Now if I could just figure out how to do that and still get my need for achievement met. Hmmmm. Is there a Guinness World Record for laziness I could aim to top?
I do like having one lazy day each week. The only problem is that after an hour or so of doing nothing (read – wasting time on Facebook), I get bored. And then I have to take the dog out. And then the unweeded garden nags at me.
So my lazy Sunday consisted of cleaning my hiking boots and my gaiters, taking Abby to Jack Point, wasting lots of time on Facebook (and researching alternate long distance trails to John Muir), lunch, a nap, another walk with Abby in the back 40, jawing with Paul over the farm gate and finally getting in to the blueberry patch. Got a third of the way through it before the rain started. Perfect timing! I was done at that point.
And um – what’s next? How about wasting more time on Facebook, starting a new book, making dinner – all that good staff before the frantic life of a freelance journalist starts again tomorrow with three pretty large assignments.
But I do like that one lazy day.
Not as much as hiking. Alternatives to the John Muir? If I don’t win the lottery to get on that one, there’s a 12-day hike in the High Sierras that almost follows the JMT – I would do that plus a 10-day Wonderland trail around Rainier. I could be pretty darn happy with Plan B.