Quote of the day, today.

"What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it." ~Gabriel Garcia Marquez (with accents over the i and the a)


Today I almost fell off a mountain. I was hiking in left hand canyon around sunset right after I finished with work at the crazy home and I slipped while I was climbing up this rock. I did not get hurt, but this was a very harrowing experience for me, as I was alone and I didn't have my cell phone with me. I realized that though I am quite obsessed with hiking alone, I probably shouldn't do such dangerous hikes without a companion. The hike I chose was incredibly steep with even a few short scree slopes, so as you can see it was fairly risky. I think I'm getting somewhat risky in the mountains, thinking that I can attempt almost anything, and that is not a good attitude to have. Where is my humility? I'm glad I wasn't hurt. I calmed down when I got to the summit and was able to see the Indian Peaks and Sugarloaf peak. Additionally I went into the Boulder Creek afterward and took a short dip which cooled me off incredibly and made me feel fully relaxed. I think scrapes are hot, so I guess my legs are hot now.

Wish me luck on the next lone hike!