Crisis Averted? Crisis Continues? Crisis Not a Crisis…

If you are my Facebook friend and/or follow me on Twitter or have the pleasure of having hung out with me recently, you’d know that I’m in the middle of some sort of crisis. Not actually sure if you could dub it a true existential crisis, a freak out, quarter life craziness or what, but something is going on within me. I’ve since reached out to friends that I find to be wiser, more creative, have it more figured out than me, for advice. And what they’re telling me is and isn’t what I want to hear.

From what I’ve gathered this feeling never goes away. We never know what we’re put on earth to do, so we should just enjoy it, damnit. My friend/professor/fellow Bianchi lover said to me:

“The journey IS the destination. There is no “there” out there.”

SO true. In a figurative sense such as life and in a literal sense, like when you’re actually in the woods on a journey.

My run/hike today was a 9ish mile loop to a place we call 4-corners, (yep you guessed it, four roads meet up at the top of this ‘hill’) I went with one girl who is in great shape and another girl that hadn’t really every been on the trail in years, (I hope we didn’t scare her away.) Today was sunny, warm and the woods were clear and crisp. We took three hours to do our loop—it really shouldn’t take that long but we took our time, ran, walked, hiked, talked about why each of us live in Southern Oregon. We’re all in different points in our lives, moved for different reasons.

We got to the top, our destination, and really, 4-corners is rather anti-climatic. The view isn’t that great, there’s a big hole in the middle where water pools and it’s all muddy and gross, or frozen if it’s cold. We stretched, hydrated, chatted a bit more and then ventured back on the trail. The run down was FUN—kinda like a roller coaster for our feet only without the nausea and long lines of some lame theme park in Florida.

At one point we stopped and just looked at the setting sun beaming through trees. Winking a quick goodbye before lowering behind the mountain. We all took a mental snap shot and someone said “This is why we moved here girls, this.” This journey is just some thing we have to ride, enjoy and absorb I guess.

It’s hard not to get caught up in the race of moving to the top, being ‘successful’. But then that makes me question the definition of success—and that will be a whole other blog post. For now, I’m going to revel in my tiredness of a longer run, a good day with friends and feeling a bit calmer about my life because I have great people all over helping me from all corners.

 

 

Yeeeehaw! Part One

Sorry. I’ve been busy prancing, dancing, dipping, climbing and frolicking in the woods of West Virginia the past 8 days. I guess that’s a good thing, right? Right! I have been adventures to express and I know that I hate reading big, long articles so I’m going to break my escapades into a few different sections—Part One: I climb.

I was invited to join the crazy fun climbers of the New River Rendezvous in Fayetteville, WV (if you ever get the chance to go, please do!) I went out a day early to meet up with some [now] friends and climb some rock and camp out. Alan and his buddies were more than welcoming, all week I hung out with Lauren, Josh, Adam and Steve (not the Adam and Steve from Parker Posey’s sorta comedic gay comedy Adam and Steve, these guys were totally straight and not as crazy as the movie.) Later more friends joined us and cooked some fabulous meals, I’m convinced I eat better when camping out than I do when I’m actually home to cook for myself.

Again, I have to state that climbers are probably the most welcoming group of athletes I have ever met. As the festival kicked off and more and more people began to pitch tents we got to know our neighbors and I had the joy of climbing with a guy I soon nick named Balloo, (only because he was as big as a bear and I caught him scratching his back on a tree halfway through our approach to the rock,) and two other dudes from Florida that were making their way north and thought they’d check out The New, (that’s what people from WV call The New River Gorge…I’m basically a local now.) Our climb was short lived because the rock was wet and a bit slick, but I made it about half way up, the entire way getting tips and encouragement from those guys below me—it’s truly a great feeling when people you hardly know are just as stoked as you are when you get over a hard part.

After a few top roping attempts (and successes thanks to my supportive new friends that wouldn’t let me quit!) my climbing fix was satisfied and I’ve caught the bug. I’m not sure when I’ll be back out, but between my previous trip to Oregon and this trip to West Virginia I’m super excited to get back out, grow stronger and see where this new sport can take me. I want to be a part of this great community that is so willing to share the awesomeness of the rock. With such support and enthusiasm it’s impossible to not be excited about being in nature, harnessed in with a friend below keeping you safe and shouting tips and tricks so that you can reach your goal!

More to come about West Virginia soon! Yeeeehawwww!