2015 sparked me with the growing need for adventure. Perhaps it began when I left my heart in Waterton last fall, or perhaps it’s inspiration from the beautiful snaps from friends as part of Alberta Adventure Girls. Whatever it is, I want more.
More basking in crisp winter days or nights in snowshoes.
Along with daydreams of the adventures before me in 2016, I can’t help but reminisce about adventures passed. I thought I would share the story of my first mountain adventure, likely one of the most comical to look back on now.
It was May 2009 and two of my girlfriends and I had flown to Vegas for a few days of fun. I had a friend who lived down there and he’d surprised me with a day of fun outside the city. First up was an early start for skydiving in the morning (someone should have really warned me about this surprise the night before so I could have gone to bed first). As if that wasn’t adventure enough, we continued on to Zion National Park in Utah for an afternoon hike to Angel’s Landing. At the time, I had no idea what I was getting into, having never actually heard of Zion National Park before or knowing that Angel’s Landing is one of the most famous hikes in the world. I assumed when my friend said hike, he meant more of a nature walk. I was dressed in skate shoes and a tube top (you know, to avoid tan lines in the hot desert sun). My girlfriend wasn’t comfortable leaving her Juicy Couture purse in the car so she decided to bring it with her. We were clearly a group of avid hikers /sarcasm.
The national park was absolutely stunning and we had a beautiful afternoon to enjoy. The hike started out steady and steep but was generally no big deal. We reached the point where friends of mine had stopped to turn back a few months earlier and continued on with Angel’s Landing in plain view and not much farther to go. We were soon met with the most terrifying part of this little adventure. Narrow trails on the edge of cliffs with nothing but a chain to hold onto were all that kept us from falling to death. In skate shoes and a tube top. Yup.
Reaching the top was not only a relief, but completely exhilarating. We persevered through the difficult ascent to be rewarded with breathtaking, completely stunning views. The four of us sat in silence for quite some time taking it all in. It was incredible. As it was late in the afternoon, dust was starting to fall over the park. It would have been amazing to view the sunset from where we sat, but knew that it wasn’t safe to be out in the dark so we began our trek back down to the shuttle.
Part of what holds me back from getting out on more adventures isn’t just lack of time between parenting and working full time. It’s the lack of proper gear I have for such adventures. While I wouldn’t trade in my adventure to Angel’s Landing in for anything, I know that I need to be a little better prepared for future adventures. You know, with proper footwear and a shirt that won’t accidentally fall down.
I mean, what is up with that outfit choice?!