....the ponderings and wanderings of a Marble pastor's wife.
Friday, September 27, 2013
and undone.......Well I suppose it would be better said, we were all
lost and I became undone! Jon and I planned a hike through Dark Canyon
with another couple who were our friends. I am not sure after yesterday
that they will still be our friends. Did I mention that I was lost AND
The Canyon was very beautiful but the trail was a
little muddy. The plan was to just hike in 4 miles and hike back out 4
miles. But during our picnic the "men" got out the trail map. Now I
do not know if the fact that we would have to return straddling and
jumping around mud had anything to do with their decision or if it was a
male bonding thing. Whatever the case they decided to take a different
trail back. So off we go...
From the very beginning finding the
trail was difficult and was climbing up to a ridge line. (the name of
said trail was Lightning Ridge Trail, should have been our first clue.)
About 40 minutes in we all finally admitted that we were lost! This was
the beginning of my "undoneness". Jon has always stressed the potential
danger of getting off trail in the mountains and especially in the
wilderness areas. I was once lost as a young girl with my friend, Susan Williams
in woods back of her house. It was not fun then and I didn't like the
feeling returning in adulthood. So my first reaction was anger; I was
mad that we had not returned the way we had planned. I was mad at the
decision maker. I was mad!
alternative became what is known as bushwacking. So after consulting
the map we started through ferns knee deep and scrubby oaks in the
direction the map consulters decided we should go. I kept tripping over
logs that were under the brush and falling almost on my face. Jon was
stung by yellow jackets every time we stopped. I moved from mad to
extremely frustrated! I didn't hold in my feelings. I read somewhere
that it was not good to hold in feelings due to the fact that it could
lead to a stressful life. Did I mention that I am the pastor's wife and
that we were hiking with parishioners? Did I mention that they may no
longer want to be MY friends?
Our bushwacking was climbing
because after all the trail was suppose to be following the ridge of a
mountain. We ran out of water and had to refill at a stream (I have a
filtering system for water). I think it was while refilling the water
bottle that my camera got lost all on its own. I am sad to say that it
didn't make it out. At this time it was around 3:30 and it is now Fall,
meaning that the sun drops below the mountains early and it gets cold
earlier than in summer. I moved from extremely frustrated to scared! I
thought about my friend who was on a rescue team out of the Vail area.
Could she find us in all the thick bush we were in? Then I remembered
that no one knew that we had taken another trail. Bad rule to break! I
also knew a front was coming in with cooler weather and rain. So
spending the night on the mountain was not probably going to lead to a
good outcome. I did mention fear didn't I?
Well finally once we
reached the top of a ridge line and literally beat the bushes to find a
trail, my "female" friend found a small trail and I saw a pink ribbon
tied to a bush by the trail. I was told it was a hunter's mark for his
trail. So off we went. We saw horse skat, YEAH, and footprints even
better! The trail was going in the right direction, west and down! And
the rest is history because I am now writing this!
usually end these posts with something "spiritual." My friends or use to
be friends had all sorts of beautiful spiritual offerings of the
experience. All I can leave with you is PRAISE GOD FOR TAKING CARE OF US
AND HELPING US OUT OF THERE! Also I might have figured out the stages
of being lost: first anger, second extreme frustration and finally fear.
Maybe I could write a book on the stages of lostness. What do you think?
we did the Maroon Pass Trail Hike.........When I go on hikes I try and
apply the hike to life and spiritual matters thereby internalizing the
hike into my inner life. Jon and I along with another couple who are our
friends took on the West Maroon Pass trail. It does not take long in
mountain living to realize that when a mountain pass is mentioned that
it means climbing or driving up to a particular mountain point and then
dropping down to another side. The West Maroon Pass trail leads from
Aspen over and down to Schofield Park that gives you access to Crested
Our hike began at an iconic scene in Colorado called the
Maroon Bells which is a view of two famous peaks that are pyramid
shaped that are a little more than 14,000 ft in elevation. From the lake
at the bottom of these peaks which lies a little above 9000 ft the
hiker must hike up to the 12,500 ft pass. Doing the math the trail went
up! We began..... We went over rocks and slippery mud and crossed
several running streams helping one another by holding out hiking sticks
to keep from slipping in and getting completely wet. By the third
crossing I ceased to care about wet shoes and wet feet; the goal just
became about getting across.
Then we started the above 11,000
ft part. The air is much thinner and breathing became more of an effort.
My lungs always tell me when I am at 11,000 ft. We marched on
concentrating on one small goal to the next. As we got to 12,000 ft we
had 500 more to go to reach the pass. Then it was just a matter of
breath step, breath step, sip water, do not look down off the foot path,
breath step; you get the idea. Finally we made the pass. Once up there
we began cheering on all those we had met on the journey to make the
final steps to the top! We took a photo to prove we made it, we ate the
second half of our sandwhich, hydrated with fluids and then looked down
the other side and thought we have to go all the way down there!!! Oh
well that was the only way to the refuge of the car!
it down and awaiting us was the car, YEAAAAA!!! and a storybook cabin
whose owner had a freshly baked peach pie with homemade whipped cream! I
had never tasted a better pie!
what did I learn? When I think of the hike the word endurance comes to
mind. Our spiritual reward goes to those who endure to the end. Along
the way God shows us views we never expected to see in our lives. He
sends people to cheer us on and gives us the opportunity to cheer others
on. And sometimes the way is muddy and sometimes there are streams to
cross. Yet those same streams offer a place to refill your water bottle.
And sometimes there is the best peach pie you've ever tasted at the
end of the trail!
So do not throw away your confidence, it will
be richly rewarded.You need to persevere so that when you have done the
will of God, you will receive what He has promised......Hebrew 10:35-36
call of the mountains........Today I just simply felt the call of the
mountains, the call of the trail, the pull to grab my hiking gear and
go. So my yellow lab and I took off on the trail to the Crystal Mill!
So we jumped into the Bob Marley jeep (not actually named for the
singer but the fact that we bought it from a doc named Bob whose wife is
named Marly). Due to that fact they placed a sticker with a picture of the singer Bob Marley inside the back door. Thus the name of my jeep.
So Starbuck and I drove up Daniels Hill and parked and began our hike.
The trail goes along the side of the Crystal River and today the river
ran clear and brilliant. The sound of it soothed my soul. The energy
required for the hike allowed the worries to slip away with each breath,
with each drop of sweat and with each "rocky" step. Starbuck and I
shared yogurt and peanuts by the Crystal Mill. I breathed the fall-tinged air and my spirit was lifted.
So perhaps the call of the
mountains was actually the call of God......."Take my yoke upon you for
my burden is gentle and light." "Do not worry about tomorrow for
sufficient is the evil of today." Allow Me to be your "refuge and
strength." "Trust in me with all your heart and lean not on your own
understanding. Acknowledge Me in all your ways and I will make straight
your paths." ........Yes I think the call of the mountains was actually
the call of God!