Saturday morning I started out on an impromptu trip into the mountains by way of the Columbia River Gorge. I followed spotty directions I screen shotted on my phone because I knew there wasn’t service out in Cascade Locks. I crossed the bridge of the gods into Washington, eventually pulled into the trailhead “parking lot”, laced up my boots and started going UP. The trip up Table Mt and back is an 8 (9 miles if you make a wrong turn, like me) mile hike with a 3,500 ft elevation gain. And you do a significant portion at the very end of the hike when you are scrambling up the summit on hands and knees. There’s been some crazy inversion happening the last few days. The temp at my car was 36, and 58 at the top of the mountain. So I enjoyed some snacks and water in a t-shirt looking across the Bonneville Dam at Mt Hood.
As much as I enjoy hiking with friends and sharing the scenery, I equally enjoy being alone and having some time to see what pops up in my brain. On Saturday it was thankfulness and gratitude for whatever reason. I started thanking God for my legs and my lungs. Since they were being used heavily at the moment, I guess. Then moved on to the things I saw: the woods, the mts, the creek to my left, all creeks for that matter… rivers then, I guess. Might as well throw in lakes and oceans! Then I was thankful for my job. For where I live. For when I live. For the means by which I live. I was thankful for my friends and my family. Lastly and most on my mind was Alexa. Probably because we argued a little the night before I left. But it back fired and made me love her and miss her more. It’s not always a bad thing; getting out there by yourself.