You guys know I love my husband right?
But I bet you don’t know about the day I knew he was a real keeper.
We met in January and during our first few months of dating we only saw each other a few times a month, I don’t even think once a week for a while. He works a pretty regular schedule with stints of travelling, and I have always worked a crazy, never the same, always rotating schedule.
Sometime around May we decided to do a day hiking trip. We planned to hike about 5 miles past Rose River falls and Dark Hollow Falls in Shenandoah National Park.
We packed a PB&J sandwich, an orange, 2 bottles of water, and a bottle of Gatorade each. Just enough for lunch and a light walk on a nice day.
About an hour into the walk we were in a heavily tree covered area and it had rained the night before. The ground was wet and some of the rocks were slippery. I put my left foot on a rock to take a step down and slipped, twisted my ankle and fell on my ass. It wasn’t anything awful, I was more embarrassed than anything. M- made sure I was okay, helped me get comfortable and made me laugh while I sat there for a minute.
After a while we got going again and started to notice how hot it was getting, even under the tree canopy. We were sweaty, and thirsty, I drank from my water bottles freely. It was well over 90 degrees. Major water fail.
Somewhere along the way we made a wrong turn. We probably walked 2 miles before we realized we weren’t where we were supposed to be. We turned around and headed back to the trail split to take the correct turn…who knows what happened, but we ended up completely mixed up. We trudged ahead, walked along using the compass to guide us to where we THOUGHT we were supposed to be.
...To be continued...