Category Archives: The Trails
J and I went hiking today. Good news is that NONE of my trails were effected by the fire last week. Bad news is that we still didn’t make it to The Heights. The worst news (and what makes me wanna cry) is that I may have to stop my hiking. I’m tearing up as I’m typing this. We didn’t even make it to the overlook before my right knee started hurting. By the time we’d circled around past the overtook, my knee was burning. Like, serious tears of pain burning.
I got home almost seven hours ago, and the pain hasn’t let up at all. If anything, it’s gotten worse. I can’t put any pressure on it at all without wincing in pain. And if I forget for a split second and bare weight on it, you may as well forget it. It feels like my knee is bending backwards.
This really freaking sucks. I love hiking. I love being outside. Even flat trails hurt. Hell, even walking to the store on asphalt hurts. Something’s gotta give. I can’t not hike. I just can’t.
I was scrolling my Facebook newsfeed and saw a post that literally brought tears to my eyes.
A fire within the NHPS (National Historical Park Service). The Historic District.
As I read more and more comments and updates, I got more and more upset. Listening to the broadcast, holy shit! Two acres of the park destroyed by fire. Then, I hear the exact(ish) location. I’m all but sobbing. Not only is the park burning, but my favorite part. Where I used to hike. Fuck, my trails are being destroyed by fire. I’ve written about them before.
The firefighters can’t reach the fire. It’s on the cliffs.
This isn’t good, not good at all.
I used to volunteer with the first company that responded. Those are my brothers and sisters out on those cliffs, trying to reach the fire that’s threatening to destroy history. So. Much. History. A Civil War trench, trees that have been there since before the war.
It got worse…
One of my brothers fell.
Seventy-five feet. I… I just can’t.
Damnit, Armstrong, you’d better be OK.
Yes! I heard your voice. You’re OK. Be a good little firefighter and listen to the EMTs.
The fire’s still going. Firefighters backing off. I hope it stops spreading.
I can’t help but wonder what caused the fire. A careless smoker? Embers from a fire at the nearby campground?
It’s 2am, and the fire is still blazing. Please, please be safe out there ladies and gentlemen. Please.
My right shoulder is throbbing. Has been for almost a week. Been doing this off and on for over a year. It keeps me from being able to crochet as much as I’d like.
My friend J and I took a 7 mile hike along the C&O canal today. OMG, my back and legs are so sore. I can’t even walk without wincing in pain. This shit sucks! And, to make it even more fun, I bruised my hip on the foot board of our bed this morning. I underestimated my hips(again). You’d think I’d realize by now that despite my small frame, I’ve got hips.
Nah, not really. I’ve been laughing most of the day, finding the most random stuff on Pinterest, and posting it on Facebook.
Scott just got home from hunting about an hour ago. He got a button buck. Cute little thing.
I’m not sure WTF has happened, but my depression and anxiety checked itself out a few days ago. I’ve been nothing but smiles yesterday and today. Not sure what happened, but I’ll take it.
I was just invited to go hiking again on Monday. We’re supposed to be heading to the Heights, but we’ll see. We were supposed to take that trail last Monday, but it didn’t happen. I’ll make it to the Heights eventually.
No Monday Bitchfest today.
It’s been a pretty good day so far. I got to spend some time with an old friend, hike the trails in the Historic District, have lunch with friends, and spend some quiet moments with Scott before he headed back out to hunt. All in all, a pretty decent Monday. The only thing that would make it better is if he comes home with a buck tonight.
Last night, this morning, today, Scott’s been on my mind nonstop. I count myself blessed that he’s understanding of my mood swings. I know I have to work on them, though. One man can only take so much. I know this. He gives me the freedom I need and the closeness I crave. I want him to be my last love, just like I want to be his. I want to be his “Happily Ever After”.
On the way home this afternoon, my friend and I got into a conversation about the absurdity of my life.
Me ~ “I left a ghost hunter for a taxidermist that tends bar on the side. Is this real life?”
Him ~ “For you, it is.”
Me ~ “Do I attract the unusual or something?”
Him (without missing a beat) ~ “Yes, you do.”
This is my life, crazy as it is. I should write a book.
I love the quiet stillness of this house once I get Z on the bus and Scott is still asleep. The majority of my chores already completed, I can sip my coffee and relax with my thoughts.
“Life is a chain of events, meant to bring you to the person you’re meant to be” ~ T. M.
Life is funny sometimes. All it takes is a single moment in time to change everything. A simple text message, a chance encounter, a moment of eye contact, followed by a smile. Some of these life-changing-moments are obvious, while some are much more subtle.
The moment that started me on this journey, and ultimately, leading me to Scott didn’t happen in June. It happened way back in April, on one of my excursions to the Historic District. I had originally dedicated that particular day to hiking the trails, but the second I walked off the shuttle bus I knew my plans had changed. It was a Civil War Living History weekend.
Having spent all but one day of the boys’ spring break in the Historic District, I knew the ins&outs of the tiny little town, along with every museum. Because of this, I spent my day speaking with the different reenactors. At one point, I was hanging out with them inside of one of the museums, usually off-limits to tourists. I got to know them, and even struck up a friendship with one of the more local guys. I guess we’ll call him “Captain” since that’s his rank. Soon enough, we started a Facebook friendship and kept in daily contact. The conversations started out innocent enough; history, the Historic District, his classes, and the War.
Then, one day it shifted. It became more flirty, and I’m still not sure who started the shift. Despite our age difference(13 years), the flirtship blossomed. Every time my phone lit up and I saw his name, I smiled. This went on all through May and into June. We texted daily, and saw each other when I’d go to the Historic District.
Our conversations got deeper and deeper, and I began to confide in him. I remember telling him one day how lonely I felt in the house, even when everyone was home. I felt confined within the walls, but free on the trails. There’s a bench on one of the trails that I would always stop at and admire the view.
I was admiring the view, texting Captain, when I received a text from STBXH.
“Are you coming home soon? It’s going to storm“.
After admiring the view for a few more moments, and a couple more texts back and forth between Captain & I, I grudgingly started my way back home. On my walk back, I was determined to get out of the house the next night.
I hopped on Facebook, and posted asking if anyone was interested in a Girl’s Night Out.
It was that Girl’s Night Out that changed everything…