The South Rim Hike took us six and a half hours. Almost 14 miles is a big day at the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. I post this gallery in memory of last weekend when we experienced a loss, a young child who wondered off the trail in the worst place and slid to her death. I can not imagine the loss to her family and community. And for me has affected my activities all week. I find myself staying up to watch videos of Robin Williams, another traveler who is now gone. So I post this reminder that the most rewarding experiences are the ones where you take chances. To step out of the “office” and experience the raw power of mother earth. A week of loss is a week to remember, to not forget, that life IS short.
Sometimes when I’m walking through the woods I can get quite intimidated. But if you stop thinking about it and just look at it from outside your environment, as if you’re looking in. You shouldn’t be. You belong there. Does it take someone writing you a personal note to tell you that you make a difference? Sometimes it does.
I have had time to stew it over. Disgruntled because I didn’t get to do it this year. In any case my partner was around so we decided to hit up North Cottonwood. A trail that I haven’t done since the first time I attempted to do it. Way back when I first moved to Bozeman.
It was a great hike, one where we never a reached our destination. But that was okay. We turned around and walk back to the car. Its been awhile since we’ve been out so this is good. It is all good right?
But wait, how about what happened last weekend? Well something did happen last weekend, but this story is totally balls. Yeah sure, my partner and I went out for a hike on North Cottonwood. But that was about a month ago. No this is a fraudulent blog post. Was it wrong that I led you astray? That is all. As you were. At least the pictures are pretty, right?
Back home and the grind starts. Maybe tonight I will hide. Maybe some bike shop time. Be with the bikes I have betrayed. Good job everyone that did/done the 2014 Fitzbarn.
Looking across the canyon I see multiple colors and rock types. I heard the other day that when this human genome stops recognizing the type of elements in nature we will loose averything that makes us human and morph into another species. Domesticated and on the quick road to extinction. Not that we will mess things up but because of health issues.
Has anyone ever heard of unwild, or maybe it is unwilding? The author has some pretty good ideas. Anyway as I stare across the canyon I do not know the names of the types of rocks. Although I do see the diffrence in color and texture. So from this I could figure things out with the proper field guide. So all is not lost.
But what I really mean is that I am evolving from who I am and it must stop. The new job needs to go to the way side if things dont work out. I must get back on my bike. Things must change. All my elements are not recognizeable and I am blending in with the norm. Not good.
As I write this Tracey Petervery and a couple others are storming through Lima Montana on their way to Red Barn Bicycles in Hamilton Montana. Yesterday, at work, I looked at a brief Facebook video of the start of the FitzBarn 2014. A tear rolled down my cheek as I put away the browser and started to go back to work.
Now I am in Canyon Yellowstone National Park and watching track leaders. Waiting for any updates. I’ve missed the 2014 FitzBarn.
To comfort myself I go to all the pretty sights and take pictures. That doesn’t matter right now. It’s not that pretty. What would be pretty would to be on the road. On my mountain bike, just me and the road. Bivying out in unknown locations. Eating at convenience stores in the only two places on the route that you could stop. So far and few between that if you miss judge your food you don’t have anything. But you have yourself and your bike and life is simple. I need to climb out of this canyon.