A Horny Bear May Have Just Slipped Something into My Drink

It's the middle of the night and Sean tells me he's being swallowed by a taco.  I look around and realize I'm also being swallowed by a taco.  It's at this point I realize there is one of three things going on here.  A.  We are so in sync after 10 years of marriage that we actually have the same dreams.  B.  A horny bear slipped something into both of our drinks.  Or C.  Our air mattress has a leak.  

The next day we took a hike to Cunningham Falls.   Our chosen route was listed as 'strenuous' but only a two mile hike round trip.  I feel like I am strong, both mentally and physically.  So is Sean.  I've run marathons.  Thirteen times that hikes' distance.  I run and skate most days of the week.  While pushing one or two children in a monstrous 34 pound beast of a stroller.   When not running and skating, I can take all three on a five mile walk.  Pushing two children in beast, carrying another one on my back in the Ergo Carrier.  This stroller is so beastly it has its own name.  We'll just call him BOB.  While I love BOB so much that Sean should feel like he has competition, BOB needs to go on a diet.  Losing the kid weight would be his best plan of action.  We take the kids hiking a couple of times a year.  Choosing the easy trails, sometimes even BOB comes.  Maybe we misjudged 'strenuous'.  By the time we returned from that strenuous hike, we were sweating our asses off.  It was hard work.  It felt like we got swallowed by a taco. 

Sean was quite the woodsman.  Beating at branches with a hatchet as sharp as butter.  Building campfires, assembling a tent, and cooking dinners.  I washed dishes in a bucket and excitedly made coffee three times a day with my new blue percolator from Kmart.  It's adorable.  I'm in love.  Ten years ago I used to jokingly tell Sean that my right hand was jealous of my left.  He promised me a fancy ring for my right hand on our ten year anniversary.  Those ten years went faster than Sean thought they would.  Now, I can't think of anything I want less.

The answer is C.  The air mattress.

Love you blue percolator.

On our last day, we hiked to Cat's Rock.  Also listed as 'strenuous'.  But by that point we were used to the taco swallowing.  It was by far a much steeper of a climb than the day before.  We sweat our asses off.  It was so worth it. 

Quite the woodsman.

I promise I did not start off this inappropriately dressed.  But like I said.  We sweat our asses off.  The higher we went, the more clothes I lost.

During our trip, I actually got to read a book, Wild:  From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail.  The story of a twenty six year old woman, with no backpacking experience, hiking solo for three months.  Trying to find herself after years of fumbling.  While we only hiked a few miles, and we had each other, I could relate.  Sean and I were remembering who we were, pre triple threat.  We were finding each other and ourselves, all over again.   Once we had reached the falls on that first day of hiking, we scaled the rocks all the way to the top, where the water began.  I sat down and let the water gush over my hand.  Glancing down at my wedding ring shining through the clear water.   My right hand didn't feel jealous.  Just blessed.  While my left hand may carry the ring.  My entire being carries the actual love. 

Marriage and hiking...so worth it in the end.