Following My Heart...Tentatively
|Kelley and my cousin enjoying the river, the lazy way.|
I haven't written for the past five days (in this blog at least). However, it's been on my mind. Mostly because there are times that I am feeling defeated and times when I'm so very optimistic that it feels like I'm not telling a coherent story.
So, this 4th of July, Kelley (my husband) and I went to rustic camp at my cousin's forested land on the Chippewa River in Shepard, MI. We set up what we lovingly call our "luxury tent". Actually, Kelley did most of the setup. By the time we got to the river at 1:00pm, I was really tired out. The day before, I was whining about setting up our two-roomed, canvas tent. "It takes too long and it's too heavy." This is not my normal camping attitude, but I'm finding I want the light-weight easy setup tents. I'm game for roughing it but want to make it as easy as possible.
|It really is a great tent, just heavy!|
He got me my go-to pain med: two Bayer Back and Body and water. I cried as he caressed my head and back, helping me to calm down. I worked on breathing, slowly in for 4 counts and out 4 counts. Kelley suggested that he drive me home and come back to get our things the next morning. That sounded good but I just didn't want to give in. I want to go backpacking for Christ's sake! If I went back, I felt that I would be giving up on that. So, calming down, the pain subsiding a bit, and air mattress at full, I went back to bed, sleeping all night. The next day was cooler and I was back to my normal, pain there but not something I can't handle.
|Items I had just bought before the 4th|
for our upcoming backpack trip-to be named at a later time:)