Summit Post. Why?
This brings me to my dilema.
My DilemaI've always liked to hike. But, lately, I think I like Summit Post more than hiking. Weird huh? Let me explain, as I spend hours on Summit Post working on my first article.
I feel pressure to hike and post my pictures and trip reports. There, I said it.
I also feel the need to post perfect pictures. No one wants anything lower than a 10! So, I make sure my Nikon Coolpix is always ready and set just right. But, I also know that a photographer I'm not. I try though.
So why, do I feel pressure to go hiking? I shouldn't feel that way. Let me take you back.
Reality slaps me upside the head!I was married in 1990. My wife was previously married and had two children. I was 22 when we were married, and I now had an instant family. I adopted them both a year later. Life was good.
The year was 1998. I decided I wanted to start hiking with my kids. I started out slowly, exploring the canyons and "family hikes" that are plentiful in northern Utah. In October of that same year, I talked my two nephews into climbing Deseret Peak. We bagged it, and peak bagging became my passion. I climbed several peaks in the Northern Wasatch the next few years with my kids and alone. I secretly wanted to spend an entire summer bagging the Utah county highpoints, knowing all along that I just didn't have the time. My career and family was always a priority.
Flash forwad to 2007. My oldest son is 21. My youngest son is 17. My 19 year old daughter has a child who was born with a rare, genetic muscle disorder. Just as my wife and I are getting to the point where we see the light at the end of the tunnel, it becomes dark. Life as we knew it, came to a standstill. Our life would revolve around this special little boy.
2009. I love this little boy more than life itself! Yes it's difficult, but at the same time, very easy. He's extremely smart. Speaks using ASL, can read 50 words! I can't wait to get home from work each night to see him. My marriage is strong! We're not strapped down either. My wife and I run four marathons. My knees kill me! I'm tired of running. I want to hike! The mountains call. I start checking out Summit Post each day, sometimes up to three times a day. I decide that I will start again. My wife agrees as long as I don't over indulge. In November, I bag two peaks on consecutive weekends. I post pictures immediateley. I feel like I'm part of the club. I plan for some vacation around Chistmas. I want to bag two more. I start looking at southern Idaho and the west desert on the other side of the Great Salt Lake.
Christmas Day, 2009. My wife's grandmother dies after being bed ridden the past four years. My wife spends the entire weekend with her mother consoling, and helping plan for the funeral and future as she should. The following wednesday, my wife has to have some minor surgery. Nothing major, but it will lay her up for a few days. The hiking I had planned wasn't looking like it would happen. Plus, it kept snowing! Arrgh! This wasn't supposed to happen! I NEED to post some pictures. I need to keep up with the Jones'!
Yee Haw! I was able to get a nurse for Jan 1st and 2nd of 2010! My wife was going to spend some time with a close friend in Salt Lake. I had two days to hike. On the 1st, I dropped my wife off at her friends and drove straight to the southern end of the Salt Lake Valley and snow shoed up View Benchmark. Took some great pictures too. Yes! But, the clouds came in and it was forcasted to snow the next morning. I had to go hiking, but where? I decided that I would bag Grassy Mountain in the west desert. There shouldn't be to much snow out there.
I woke early and was on I-15 southbound toward Salt Lake. Fog obsured my view to the west, but as I transitioned onto I-80 westbound the sky cleared. I passed the Lakeside Mountains. Not much snow as far as I could tell. I exited off 70 miles west of Salt Lake, and headed north into no mans land. 14 miles later, I transition to a dirt road, only it's snowpacked. Better put the truck into 4 WD. 4 miles later another left, and more snow. No biggie. The peak is in sight. The enemy will fall and I'll have my pictures! 2 miles later the road begins to climb and the snow is drifted. Started to spin. The snow is pretty deep on both sides of the road. Don't want to get stuck. No cell phone service. No one around. Stop the truck Eric! The mountain sits there and laughs at me. I can't turn around. I have to back down the hill. Finally get turned around. Now what am I going to do? What peak am I going to hike? All the access roads are the same, snowpacked.
Wake up dude!I finally make it to the paved road. I head back toward the interstate, looking over my maps. I settle for a hike on Stansbury Island. Ended up having a good time. No peaks bagged though. Heck, I'll create and album!
On my two hour drive home, I have alot of time to think. I was obsessed. I am obsessed! I need to throttle it back. I realize that I can't rush hiking, something I truly love to do. I'll end up not liking it. But, there are so many peaks that I need to bag! So little time! Then it hits me.
WAKE UP DUDE!
You're 41 years old. You're in the best shape of your life. You just ran 4 marathons. What's the rush? You have plenty of time. Time to enjoy the most important things in life, and hiking is NOT the most important. Time for family and friends. Time to enjoy life. Then, the time to hike will always be there.
So, I post this article in order to validate everything I just wrote about. And, it feels good. I'm posting something that I really thought about. I don't really care if I get 1 vote or a zillion. I have the "Summit Post Fever". I just don't want to have it to the point that I don't enjoy it. I've learned one thing over the past month that will be my new "creed".
"Keep climbing, but be happy".