Weight-Loss Adventures (No. 1)
Yesterday morning, we decided to hike at a park my brother recommended; stating, “It’s all flat and most of it is paved.” (We’re just starting out on our fitness journey; and it was neither of these things.)
The park consisted of several interlocking, circular, desert trails — with maps at rounded junctions.
I move faster than Mitchell does, so we always set out at separate speeds — and don’t always follow one another; but I stuck to the trails, and read the maps.
Turns out, I can not read trail-head maps; and I got caught in a never-ending quest for the place we set out from.
Eventually, I called Mitchell — expressing through near-tears that I couldn’t find my way back. When our call dropped, I panicked. I immediately went the opposite direction of where I’d started, and still ended up at the same forsaken ramada. So I turned around, and tried again.
The fourth time that I reached the exact same ramada (Damn it!), Mitchell was there — waiting for me (Thank the universe!); and led me (shaken and growling) out of the park, to the safety of the parking lot.
I am grateful that Mitchell can read maps.